Growing Up: Part 2

As I was reading the Part 1 of this post (that you can find here), I found a very prominent pattern in my way of thinking: I tend to be very dramatic when faced with new things. Hell, half of what I wrote in that post I could copy and paste over on this one. I am still, one year later, very scared of growing up. Of change, really. 

You should have seen me my first week in uni. I was completely panicked and declared I hated university and wanted to drop out and figure things out later (Later meaning never - My plan was to basically hide underneath my duvet for a year or so). Very dramatic, I tell ya. After taking a few steps back, I realized university is kind of amazing. I mean you're obviously not a kid anymore but you're far from being responsible enough to be thrown in the real world. So there you are, confused about the courses you've taken, unsure about your major, completely and delightfully lost. It's a time to figure out who you were, who you are and who you want to become. It's a blessing, really.

Obviously, I would love to be able to relive my senior year of high school, to have one more year with my friends before they jet off to do their own soul searching. That's really the part that sucks the most about growing up, the fact that everyone kind of goes their separate way and you don't have that instant connection anymore. I don't have a time machine so I kind of have to accept that fact and embrace what the future holds for me and for them. I know though that whatever part of the world we're in, no matter what we're doing or who we're with, our bond is a forever kind of thing which is pretty comforting. I know that I have permanent allies to figure out this whole "life" thing with. So, right now, I'm getting used to the idea that my life has just been uprooted, and that it's time for me to make sense of it all.
What a crazy adventure I have just embarked on.