I am 21 years old. I am sitting at home on a Saturday night. Except for Aiden I am alone. I still am planning what I will be when I grow up. I still am working on plans for crazy trips I want to take and things I want to do. I still have the majority of my life left to live. So why am I so content being here under my blankets watching a movie and writing a blog? When did I get so old?