Minus the guilt and hangovers, the summer I moved from Michigan to Cleveland was the last time I throughly enjoyed myself socially. It was a motley. I didn't have false aspirations of a domestic life nor was I overly self conscious. A series of mistakes and a law degree reverted me back to the place I spent my first 23 years. It's time I seriously evaluate my situation. I am too young to not look forward to the weekend.