On Being Young

There is something magnificent about living in a town of 50,000 people and it being somewhat of a university town. Despite the "I Hate Living in Bowling Green" club on facebook, I believe that there is a charm that oozes from this town, even given it's gnarly traffic, over-abundance of greasy restaurants, and let's face it, rednecks.

I meant to blog about this a few weeks ago, but never did. One night, I was on the way home after bitch day (Thursday) and was near pooed. Then, I pulled onto my road and there was a young girl sitting there in her car waiting for the stoplight, dancing like a wild woman. It made me happy. It renewed my own youth and reminded me that I too should be dancing in my car.

Tonight, I sat at the same stop light and remembered the girl, and was thankful that I'm 24 and feel good about life.