But then, I don't miss being broke all the time. I don't miss not being able to do things because I couldn't afford them. I don't miss the times a class turned out to be hideously boring and I was stuck with it and I don't miss writing term papers for that kind of class. I don't miss the last-minute panics over term papers in general, even term papers I enjoyed writing.
I wish someone would show up and offer to pay me to sit in a library (or outside one on nice days) and read and think and talk to people and occasionally maybe write something down and then read some more.
I think I need to seriously start considering going back to school. Maybe take a night class or something next year -- even next semester. Last year I was still kind of burned out after the Master's. This year... I'm just phenomenally jealous of my siblings, of all the kids (university students) who've arrived in town.
I'm not ready to go back for a PhD yet -- I don't even really know what I want to study. I just know I want to be studying something. I want to be engaged and challenged. I miss that terribly. I don't think I can handle the public service forever. It's crushing me.