Just thinking

I'll be starting back at STNJ next week, and as i'm running around getting things ready, I keep having similar conversations with strangers. You know the type, the conversation that involves a basic explanation of what I do for a living, and their response. Their responses always seem to be a combination of excitement, envy, and trepidation. I hear comments about how thilling and exciting my life must be, how much fun I must have, how cool, etc. I do agree with them. My life does not tend to get boring, and is commonly interesting.

However, as i'm getting ready to head back, part of me keeps getting distracted. Somewhere inside my makeup, there's a part of me that wants the 'boring and normal'. What's it like to go to a 9-5 job that feels like work? To not really LOVE what you do, but to somewhat enjoy it, and to feel some sense of job security and the effects of a livable wage. Part of me desperately wants to pick a city, for better or for worse, find a day job and apartment, and make a place my own.

Is is bad to think about getting married, mostly so that I could register for fun toys that I otherwise could not afford, and to have a place to call home?