With summer 2016 coming to a close, many of us are proceeding with our education. Some of you are just beginning your undergraduate studies, while others are thinking about the Masters programs you want to apply to. Some of us are even thinking about the dreaded... ~*~*~*graduation~*~*~*. Thats right, those of us that have made it as far as our senior year of college get to start freaking out right about now. There is so much to think about and so little time.

How did I make it this far? Do I really have to graduate yet? Maybe I'll pick up another major. I could just flunk all my classes here and stay a little longer.

Now, we know that it isn't reasonable to purposely be in college for a few more years just to avoid the real world, but man doesn't that sound nice? I'm currently regretting how many times I have said "I hate finals week" or "I can't wait until I'm done with this crap" because now I really don't want to be done with this crap.

I drove by all of the freshmen moving into their dorms today while running a few errands and I couldn't help but think that I wish I would have known just how fast my freshman year was going to fly by. I wish I would have known how stress free it truly was going to be compared to the year I am about to endure. My concerns have shifted from "What should I wear out this weekend?" to "When is the deadline to apply for this internship?" and "Do I have an impressive enough resume to land a job that utilizes my degree when I graduate?" or even just questions about whether I am emotionally ready to be a bill-paying adult with responsibilities besides turning in the paper I've been procrastinating to write.

I will soon join those that I know whom have already begun their lives and met their spouses or have even started their very own families. My thoughts are filled with worry and jealousy over people who very obviously were able to make it out of the pseudo-adulthood we call "being a college student." I will be a part of the adults that drink wine and talk about "the good ole days" and "how much easier life was." The conversations will shift to the weather and what we think about the change on our property taxes.

What scares me most is that none of those things sound unappealing. I have officially reached the point in my young adulthood where I have turned into a grandma. I think adulthood sounds thrilling, and although it won't be as easy as it is now, how cool will it be to invite people over to your house warming party and tell them about what a success you are and how everything has paid off so nicely?