Younger than that now
Last night I helped Susie move into summer housing on campus. There was a lot of hauling of heavy boxes and random stuff in and out of dorms (Susie brought me Dew this morning as a thank-you. She is a goddess). Doing that right after spending a weekend with my college friends brought back memories of my four years at Wellesley. It was vivid to the point of pain -- I loved college and I can comfortably say I enjoyed some of the best times of my life there (some of the worst too, but we're always overly dramatic between 18-22). I almost wanted to go back, but I was so much older then.