It doesn't seem right that summer is around the corner, and I have no extended vacation in sight. I guess even though I've worked through every summer since I was 16, I'm still not used to the fact that I'm not done with SOMETHING (like school) when summer begins. Maybe I could quit my job for a few months and have a summer job - I could mow lawns! Or perhaps be a dog walker. Maybe even work at an icecream stand. I'm sure my boss would understand. I'll be back in the fall, when I'm ready to be a responsible adult again.
I was, in fact, informed last night by an expert (i.e. an eight year old girl) that you aren't a "real adult" until you're thirty. However, when pressed, she admitted I was no longer a teenager. She finally decided I was neither teen nor adult, which meant I could do whatever I wanted until I had to grow up.
I'll take it.