We packed dishes today. Dishes that will one day sit in the cupboards of my own home. It's a daunting fact, but one that will ultimately come true. And though I may try and put it off for I while, it is inevitable. One day I will no longer be able to run home and throw myself into my mothers arms. I will have to learn how to deal with it myself. One night when I wake up from a nightmare, there will be no one there to make me warm milk and sing me back to sleep. I will be on my own. Independent.
Maybe a year abroad will teach me this. Maybe that is why I am planning on going all the way across the world. To grow up. To learn to think for myself, without the aid of my parents. Though I will always have them and they will never truly leave my side, it is frightening having to think about what I am going to do with my life. The bills I will have to pay, the nights I won't be able to say "I love you." as I fall asleep. I'm afraid. Nervous and anxious, and completely unprepared. And hoping for the best.
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