Midlife crisis? at 21?

There is a time in one's life when one begins to doubt his or her life choices. From certain phrases people use to actual events, a person begins to question why he or she is at the present state. I have reached that state. I have begun to question why I even attended the university that I am going to, why I chose the program that I am in, and why I am who I am. The problem started when I returned home from England. I was happy being on vacation, also job hunting but we don't talk about that part, trying to become reaquainted with my home and native land. There are certain questions that people like to ask you when you have become happy and satisfied at where you are at, the main one being "What are you going to do next?" If you happen to make a plan and stick to it, then that question is not tough at all. However, if you are anything like me, that question brings up images of confusion, doubt, and overall self-assessment. Life begins to wave its daunting figure in front of me, and there I am, powerless in the face of this frightening thing. As previously mentioned, I am now questioning to what I would like to do. I am 21 years old; I should be taking risks and having my life layed out on the open road. Yet here I sit, and I have no idea to which plane I should jump from, let alone how to use the parachute. I went to my university because of its England program and now that I've done it, I'm so confused. I know that the city is not one I would want to live in after graduation, yet most university students are supposed to enjoy the location of their school. Why am I sitting here, trembling at the fact that I have no friggen idea what I will be doing in a year? I just wish that I even had a hint of an idea but no, all I have are dreams that I don't think would ever be realised. And though "dreams are a wish your heart makes" was a mantra alright for Cinderella, I am not sure that it is alright for this girl.

Going to the Chapel...

I just got back from a friend's wedding and it was SO MUCH FUN! I knew a large number of the guests so I was able to act like an idiot on the dance floor! It was a beautiful ceremony, and my friend, who is also named Heather, looked so pretty in her dress and everything. The reception hall was beautifully decorated-almost makes me want to be a wedding planner....Almost. The one thing I did not enjoy was the question I was asked three times after the ceremony...So when are you getting married? Well don't I need to find the guy first? Like haha, first time laugh a little, second time oh I heard that but I'll laugh anyway, third time will you just leave me and my singleness out of the conversation please!? I danced a lot, drank a bit, ate good food (except for the pickled red peppers), and had a great time.
CONGRATULATIONS HEATHER AND GREG!!