Being a working adult is weird. It just happens all of the sudden and your outlook on life - your priorities - change. The other day I was planning out a budget with my wife in the car. Planning and budget wasn't on my mind, let alone in my vocabulary just a few months ago.
I miss the pointless weekdays. The days where you didn't have anything planned and you didn't have to. I miss being able to stay up late because you could. I appreciate the weekends so much more now. I crave them, like illegal narcotics; and they disappear just like illegal narcotics - quickly.
I have been lucky to have a wonderful wife help me along into this transition to adulthood. She wakes up with me in the early morning and makes me breakfast. I am very lucky to have such a selfless soul.
People want to grow up so fast. We look down on those who don't have lofty goals. We see ambition as a virtue and dragging your feet to tax paying adulthood a sin. While I do not find myself in the corner of those who delay become a "well-adjusted adult", I can certainly sympathize. That life was simpler. That isn't to say that life has become more difficult, but it has become more complex. However, it has certainly become more rewarding.
I may be glancing in the review mirror, not in envy, but rather in gratitude and prespective, that that time has passed and the horizon is up ahead.