One of these days my new coworker and I were having that typical “Where do you live” introductory conversation.

I told him I like the neighborhood where I live now but I think it’s too quiet. But I’m not complaining, I clarified, since my partying years are pretty much over.

He laughed and said how our priorities change when picking a place to live.

When you are young, you want to know how many bars there are in the neighborhood. Next time you are worried with schools for your children. Finally, all that matters is if there’s a hospital nearby.

The conversation reminded me of my mother-in-law.

She uses to say that when you are young you get invited to bachelor parties, bachelorette parties, weddings, baby showers, baptisms and graduations and there’s a child birthday party to go to almost every weekend.

Years fly by and suddenly you find yourself being invited to attend funerals.