And thus I enter adulthood . . . fuck.
Earlier today, when it was still Sunday, I awoke relatively early, 7 AM to be specific. Why you ask? For church, of course!
Anyways, instead of waiting at my house, I decided to walk to the entrance of my neighborhood in anticipation. As I did, my eyes closed and I left them as such until I reached the entrance. It was so intriguing, judging exactly where I was with my sense of balance, touch, and hearing, completely devoid of sight. It was refreshing overall necessary. Last couple of days have been fun. Confusing, but fun nonetheless. I went to see The Killers Friday night (my own little birthday present to myself) and then celebrated 420 via Grey Goose.
I've realized I need to welcome this new transition of my life with open arms. I've been afraid of letting go for far too long. I haven't been like a lot of the other graduating kids nowadays, proclaiming how tired I am of high school, how college is going to be amazing, how I'm supposedly so much more mature now. It's all BS. I realized I'm one of the few kids who will actually be lucky enough that come the start of my freshman year, I will officially be independent, responsible for myself in almost all aspects of life. I'll be independent financially, emotionally, and socially. It's scary, but it needs to happen, even if I'm not ready.
And btw, for those that don't know, today is my birthday. Go me for being 18.
Anyways, instead of waiting at my house, I decided to walk to the entrance of my neighborhood in anticipation. As I did, my eyes closed and I left them as such until I reached the entrance. It was so intriguing, judging exactly where I was with my sense of balance, touch, and hearing, completely devoid of sight. It was refreshing overall necessary. Last couple of days have been fun. Confusing, but fun nonetheless. I went to see The Killers Friday night (my own little birthday present to myself) and then celebrated 420 via Grey Goose.
I've realized I need to welcome this new transition of my life with open arms. I've been afraid of letting go for far too long. I haven't been like a lot of the other graduating kids nowadays, proclaiming how tired I am of high school, how college is going to be amazing, how I'm supposedly so much more mature now. It's all BS. I realized I'm one of the few kids who will actually be lucky enough that come the start of my freshman year, I will officially be independent, responsible for myself in almost all aspects of life. I'll be independent financially, emotionally, and socially. It's scary, but it needs to happen, even if I'm not ready.
And btw, for those that don't know, today is my birthday. Go me for being 18.