Youth

Its about four oclock in the afternoon. I am sitting in that justified glow of having written one assignment answer, read one article, written 600 dissertation words and tidied my room. it's not that i have done that much work. Just that i rarely do any, so comparatively i am doing very well.

My parents are coming up this evening. We are going out to dinner at Valvona and Crolla vin cafe resteraunt. It should be very good. My little brother and his girlfriend are coming up too.

I realised last night that i was Sam's age when i met Cat. I was Sam's age when I started uni. I was Sam's age when i left home. I cant quite get my head around that. He seems like such a child, that isn't a reflection on him. I reckon i was just like him when i left home, but it is just mad. Maybe I was more mature, maybe not, either way I was young. No wonder first years always look young and eager.

They are.