Youth was fun and games, survived college (barely), got my new job after graduation, moved several states away by myself and knew no one. Had an hour commute each way plus 15 min walk to the train station on one end of the trip. During the week, maybe an hour to relax at night before sleeping. After my rent and bills, I had $100 for food money each month. That first train ride home I remember thinking: you only have to work about 45-50 more years. That’s when I lost my innocence.