How old am I?

So my little sister just started college! How can it be that eight years ago I was on that exact same campus, feeling so grown up and so scared. I just can not believe it. I had so much fun in college, but it feels like it just ended. In reality I am going on five years out of school, but I can remember every feeling so vividly. My sister even has one of my favorite old professors to make things even more eerie for me. Thinking these thoughts makes me feel old. And yet I consider myself to be so young, especially on the inside. What a paradox!
J9(my sister) told me she went running and then stopped in at the Chapel, just to hang out for a bit. I miss that, I miss just having the time to stop and take stock of things.
I do think of myself as a rather self reflective person, but it just is not the same as having this campus surrounding you, inviting you to read and question and ponder. College is the greatest. My advice to anyone still going through it, do not rush. Life is long and work is great, but so is running at night and stopping in at the chapel.
So who thinks this blog is a little too serious? Yeah I will try to lighten up a tad.