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Welcome to my pity party! Betcha didn't know you were in for a post about regret, anger and suicidal tendencies!! (just kidding about that last one... unless its death by chocolate) So *disclaimer* - I hate people who use the internet to whine, but I'm going to. Whine over wine, that is.


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About a month ago I moved back in with my parents. Half of me feels very lucky to have parents to go home to, and the other half is insanely regretful about the choice. I had been living in Portland, OR bouncing from restaurant job to random job, ignoring my 8th grade ambition to be famous by 25. Guess who has two thumbs and recently turned 24?

The main reason I decided to intrude upon my parent's empty nest? I couldn't pretend that I want to work menial jobs forever. Not being truly happy is something I can deny for only so long. Failure is opportunity in disguise.

Regret is a funny sonofabitch. I hate how many hours of my life I've spent wishing for Doc Brown to ride up in his DeLorean and offer me a do-over. You can't rewind life, you have to live it to the best of your ability. (The pinor noir made that last point)

In closing, a poem that channels 8th-grade Libby:
Realize your past self is still you.
Every day is a chance to win the lottery.
Give us this day our daily satisfaction.
Remember who ultimately chooses your path.
Endings are never really the end.
Time waits for no one.

I'd like to reiterate that I hate whiners and people who blame their choices on other people. I've been an adult for 6 years and this is where I am.
EMPTY NESTERS BEWARE, YOUR CHILDREN MAY RETURN!