Yesterday, I turned 21. Tomorrow, I start my senior year of college. However, I still have no idea how or when it happened that I grew up. But somehow, I did. People my age are getting engaged, getting married, and having children, getting their big person jobs. I can now drive a car and drink (not at the same time, of course). But in many ways, I’m still a kid at heart.
I buy happy meals when I’m upset. I spent most of the summer watching a children’s show (Avatar: The Last Airbender) over and over and enjoying it. When I feel nostalgic, I’ll find copies of books I read as a child – Where The Wild Things Are, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs, etc.
There is so much to think about with the coming year. I’m terrified, frankly, that I am not ready for the “real world” when I am being pushed more and more towards it. Where will I be in a year? When I left high school, I knew I would at the very least be in college somewhere, and every year I’ve had the prospect of making a return to something. But now, I’m trying to avoid having to return home and make something of myself beyond living with my parents until something else comes along. I want things to be simpler again.
But really, maybe I should consider elementary education instead of secondary – could you not see me as the most awesome kindegarten teacher ever? I’d totally be like Lily from How I Met Your Mother.
