Scary life
Many people talk about the pleasures of growing up: how you can get your driver’s license, how you can get a job and buy things with your own money, how you get to hang with your friends and travel around the world by yourself. But little is known about how life gets scarier the older you get. I truly realized that now, during the summer before my senior year, and at the moment, I am feeling very anxious about college applications. The truth is that losing the safety of your parents is what freaks me out the most. I love car rides, especially because my dad always drives. I love going to the supermarket because my parents always pay and know what to buy. I love homemade meals because my parents are amazing cooks. I love my house because I know my family is there to protect and love me. My point is that no matter how independent you are — I know how to do all these things (except for driving lol), so that is not the problem — you will always miss how your parents used to take care of you. It is very different to know that, from now on, it’s all on you. You’re gonna have to wake up on time for class, clean the whole house, drive yourself everywhere, study for exams, and go to church all by yourself. When I decided I was going to Boston, my anxiety went from low to high in two seconds, not because I think I am making the wrong choice, but because I knew that, from the moment I left my house, my life would never be the same. I know I still have a year to have it all figured out and that nothing is decided, but writing about it makes it better in some way. My dad once told me that what I need is to go step by step and that, when the time comes, we will all accept this change, even if I go away for college or not. But sometimes I still think about the future like any other person, and that is okay. It is okay to know what path I want to follow, but still be conscious that things can change and that it is a long journey with no rush. Although many things are unknown right now, I am really excited for what’s ahead of me.
