This past weekend, I decided to take a mini-vacation. My chosen destination? Bowling Green, Kentucky; home to Western Kentucky University. My Alma mater. Lately I’ve been feeling like an awkward adult–going to work, paying my bills, being responsible, and feeling like an impersonator the entire time. I don’t feel like an adult. Somewhere deep in my psyche, I feel more like a college student still. When introducing myself, I catch myself trying to say I’m twenty-one. When describing events mid-college career, I date them as only “a year or two ago.” What the…? Still, I didn’t think much of it….