What a year.
There have been thousands of wonderful things to happen this year, but no matter how good it was, a lot of the bad overshadowed the good. I remain, however, optimistic about the future.
This week has been quasi-hellacious, what with it being finals week and trying to get a check from a loan company (because heaven forbid someone should have to work) and making a very difficult decision and just being emotional because although I will be surrounded by some of the people I love most in the entire world this summer, I want my parents to be here, too. Not living at my parents’ house this summer brings me a little too close to that whole “real world” thing, and I am the opposite of excited about it.
Here’s the thing: Being a grown up is scary. The whole thing, the whole paying bills, living on your own, fending for yourself thing is terrifying. I don’t want to do that. I want to pay my bills I have and fend for myself … in a controlled environment. The real world is uncontrolled, and the element of surprise and I? Do not get along. I am the least patient and most anxious person in all of the world; being a grown up will probably be very unsettling for me.
… and it just keeps getting closer. I’m starting my very last year in college in August, y’all. When did that happen? Where did the time go?
This is all a little too much to handle, so I guess instead of freaking out prematurely, I’ll go hang out and enjoy the company of my friends.
