No More Bacon Sundaes

Living in Ada nine months out of the year, there isn’t much to look forward to. I think the biggest events in the town include: the Harvest and Herb Festival, football games and farmer’s markets. So, when I discovered that Ada had something amazing to offer, I obviously was thrilled.

I fell in love with bacon sundaes at Buster’s, a local ice cream shop in town. Buster’s didn’t necessarily offer bacon sundaes on their menu, but the workers there were always more than happy to make the sundae special just for me. Trust me, it is amazing. Don’t judge me until you try it.

My debacle came this year, when I learned Buster's was no more. In fact, it is now called Lenny’s. Imagine my depression when my one small joy in this sad town was taken away and substituted with substandard soft serve. I honestly cannot eat ice cream without the crunchy bacon delight sprinkled on top.

Not having my bacon sundae is a very trivial problem for anyone. Although, I think my bacon sundae is actually a symbol of how the simple pleasures in my life have slipped away as I venture into the adult world. Everything that has put a smile on my face is now considered immature. Sweets have been replaced with kale chips, TV shows have been replaced with studying and allowances have been replaced with paychecks.

I cannot stop thinking about how my world is about to change dramatically in a few months when I graduate and start my career. My problems, stresses and worries have been heightened in preparation for this jump into the next phase of my life, and I am losing sight of the small things that make me happy.

I simply do not think growing up is something to look forward to. Even though it is inevitable, I believe I have the right to stay innocent and marvel at the small things. As I have this quarter life crisis, I realize that age is just a state of mind. After all, I can still eat my bacon sundae; I just need to figure out where to find one.