Is That The Sun Again?

There are many milestones people go through while growing up.  From that awkward (was it just me?) first kiss, to the barely legal to drive first car, all the way up through one’s first apartment.  The first apartment, that’s a big one.  It’s the “make it, or break it” time for the youth of America. 

I, like so many youths these days do, got an apartment with some friends of mine.  We managed to stay ever so slightly responsible enough to keep from getting evicted.  For the first time though, we had that small nugget of freedom.  No one could tell us when to come home.  No one could say who we could have over.  That turned out to be good, as I’m sure many parents would’ve never approved. 

For that year we could stay up all night long.  We could actually get to know people, not between classes or at lunch, but actually get to know them.  It turned out to be the most amazing time of my life to that point.  You never know who you’re going to meet when you have a place controlled by college students (who should’ve never been given control). 

Every night was a new adventure often filled with new side characters that were just as crazy as the main characters.  One song, after all the fun had ended, grabbed my attention reminded me of all the fun we had had.  Up All Night is, I dare to say, the undisputed ultimate song to the nights nearly everyone enjoys, or endures, upon grasping their first taste of complete freedom.