Restless

I’ve become so restless lately and I hate it. At this age, I know I must be having the time of my life but I think I’m in search for more.  HMM, there’s no need to worry actually, it’s just that my Mom has been insisting I look six years older (stress tabs, anyone?) !

Maybe I need to start my masters soon, maybe that’s what’s missing. I am happy with my job, happy with Nixlove (yihee), and pretty much everything else. But when I think about it, I realize I can’t pursue it now because I NEED to save more (for the future, you know, haha); add to that the fact a post-graduate degree will surely be eating too much of my time.

I’m lucky I’m not alone. haha Most of my friends have been blogging about their restlessness as well. I guess this is our golden age, a quarter life crisis arriving too early. Or maybe its that time of the year, when the skies are gloomy but the temperature humid, that makes one feel depressed, uneasy, and confused.

I want to do more, save more. I can’t wait to grow older but I can’t seem to get over the fact that I need to grow up, especially when growing up means paying most of the bills. haha

Hmm. TGIF. I hope to feel better next week.