I'm 26 a week ago. La me.

So that's that. No longer "youth" by any stretch. Not yet old enough to be venerable. This is the period in my life where I'm sort of just me without any age categories, until I'm... what? 35, I'm guessing? I'm trying to decide if that's liberating or depressing.

But I do, suddenly, feel too old to be a student. And sometimes I worry that I'm too old to be living in a co-op with a bunch of undergrads. So many other people my age have careers already.

Introspective hogwash.