Somedays

I wish I was 23.

That was such a great time in my life.

I was single.

Dating.

Having so much fun.

I would love to go back there, just for a week or two.

Have some fun.

Go out to bars all the time.

Not have a care in the world.

Live alone, in my awesome apartment.

No husband.

No kid.

Just me.

And Lifetime movies on my tiny 13" TV because that is all I could afford.

And my Plymouth Neon.

And awesome clothes because that is what I spent MY money on.

Yeah, MY money.

MY stuff.

MY life.

MY little apartment.

Those were the days.