short pants romance

So after several conversations with friends in the past few days, I don't feel so dumb about my dread of a work-a-day lifestyle. It seems they feel the same way, and it's not just the standard, "Yeah, but oh well, you gotta do it." It's more of this sense of panic like, "Oh my God, seriously, there HAS to be a way out of this!" I just feel like my life is passing me by.

I think if I won the lottery, I would be extremely satisfied with just enough to keep Greg and I from working. We could keep living in our house, eating at the same local bars, shopping at Ikea, stick with no cable, and wear the same clothes. Anything to just have more time to spend doing meaningful things. Although a beach house would be awfully nice. Just a little one.