It was so nice for a change to act like a 22 year old, to have 22-year-old worries and concerns, to gossip about boys, and laugh at jokes that only those present could understand. I think it’s these times that I’ve become most thankful for over the past year. No matter how hard things get, I am, at some point, still able to laugh.
There’s nothing like a night out of Mexican food at the end of a long first week of work and a weekend with friends. I can’t exactly say I'm coming back refreshed, as I’m still exhausted, but that's only to be expected, right?