It’s already getting half way through the decade and half way through my twenties. While I’m more than comfortable where I am and with where I’m heading (assumptively), there’s still a part of me that continues to feel like that’s not enough- like it’s never enough. Sure, part of that is to be expected: the quarter-life crisis is essentially a staple of really becoming an adult, but it feels like I’ve had that emptiness since even before starting college. Maybe not emptiness; more so, absence.