Growing Up

When I was younger, around the age of eleven, I was so excited to grow up. I could not wait till I’d able to drive, have a boyfriend, have my own place, and lastly finish school. Growing up seemed easy and it seemed like being a young adult was the most exciting thing. At that age I did not realize the responsibilities that came along with adulthood — car insurance, gas money, phone bills, rent, student loans, the list goes on and on. When I was a kid I took the simplicity of life for granted. I thought that having a crush on a boy that did not even know I existed was tragic, and that adults did not have relationship problems without realizing that some have bigger struggles such as divorce.

Today, I am twenty one years old. I am in my third year of university and as I get older I wish that I can go back to my younger days — when I was young and everything was simple. As I grow up, I begin to realize more and more that life is not simple. I have experienced heartbreak which made me realize that love is a terrifying thing. I have learned that when you lose someone important in your life, it hurts, a lot. I learned that people are always going through something, even the happy ones.

Recently, I started talking about moving out and that idea seems bitter sweet to me. It is a very big step, and it is scary but yet so exciting. Being able to do whatever you want on your own terms. Have everything the way you like it. No one to tell you what to do or when to do it. Moving out is something I am looking forward to but at the same time I know that I will miss my family more than anything. I will miss my sister walking into my room just to sit in bed with me and do absolutely nothing. I will miss my mom saying goodnight and good morning. I will miss my dad and his delicious breakfast. I will miss Simba (my cat) who rubs up against my leg when he wants food. It all seems scary to me. It seems like time is moving way to fast and I wish there was pause button.

Although life is short and it seems like it moves at the speed of light, I have learned that all the things you are scared to do are often the greatest accomplishments and the best memories.

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