I've spent my entire adult life travelling and doing whatever the hell I want. I was never in any one spot for more than 12 months (with a couple exceptions), then I'd pick up and move with $600 in my pocket and a 1 way plane ticket. I've been in the same place for a little over 3 years now and this is the longest I've stayed anywhere since beforebI graduated high school.
I think it's just the realization that I'm losing the ability to do whatever I want, whenever I want, and how many friends I've seen crushed by that. Add on the fact that parenthood isn't appealing to me at all and Bandwagon is a sad panda.
I'm going to give myself another week of bitching, moping and self sorrow, and then I guess I'll have to get my head in the game. I'm not ready to deal with this mentally yet.