I don't think age defines adulthood. Sure I can vote and buy alcohol, but I am still growing. My eyes are only just starting to open up to the world and I find the process slow and often painful.
I've almost surely made the decision to leave academia. My father accepts my decision as long as I could live with it myself. Now I feel 18 again, trying to start my life again, trying to figure out what I want to do. I'm just as confused and I have just as many questions. I've done some living these past 4 years, and hopefully they'll help me through the next few years of my life because I think they'll be the best and by far the hardest.
My father finds my worst trait to be my taste in friends. I would agree with him looking back on my choices early in life. But now I'm older and (I think) just a little bit wiser. I choose friends not expecting them to be perfect, acknowledging their traits the good and the bad, and knowing their limits even if they're not aware of it themselves. The friends I have chosen in the last years of my life, I believe are TRUE friends, even if they are not considered "best friends". They connection to me means something and will affect me for the rest of mine and hopefully their lives. Some people are still a mystery to me but that's where the fun lies.
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