Day Eighty Six

The things that I want to write about that pertain to my day are either things that will make you all think I'm crazy or things that would take me too long to write about (I'm exhausted. I can't spend a few hours on a post like I usually do for long entries). So what to write about?

My God, this is so true. I'm not saying I have it hard now, and I certainly haven't had to grow up the way many people have had to at my age, but what I wouldn't give to not have to worry about having a job or writing 12 page papers or figuring my entire future out, at least for a little bit. 

Peter Pan is right - once you get out into the real world, you can never really go back. I guess the only exception is if you drop out of college or quit your job and move back in with your parents and decide to never work another day in your life. And there are some people that never grow up and get to stay in that land of living off their parents and not having to work for anything.

Also this: http://richkidsofinstagram.tumblr.com/

But for me at least, I don't have the option to go back to Neverland, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. I LOVE being independent. I love the fact that I get to make all my own decisions for my future. I love that I'm actually working towards something for myself, not just because I "have" to. I love being at the point where I get to (have to, in some cases) make "grown up" decisions about my relationship. And on some level, I love the fact that I have a role in supporting myself as opposed to just being handed money by my parents (I just wish I had my dream job instead of a "college" job). Now that I've experienced being on my own and finding success in it, there's no way I'd want to go back, even if I could. 

All that being said, if you're in high school or younger, ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN. You may think you're stressed now, but just wait until you're swamped with 4,000 word essays and 4 readings a week (and that's just for one class!) or until you have to work a certain number of hours a week to put towards school/ rent/ food. As stupid as it sounds, one of the things I miss most about living at home is not having to do my own laundry and just having it hanging in my closet or folded on my bed when I get home. 

My laundry, exaggerated only in the quantity of clothing.

As awesome as college is (and trust me, it's awesome) don't be so anxious to get there that you don't pay attention to the time you spend at home because once you leave to go off and be a grown up, you don't get to be a kid again. I'm not saying you have to crush your inner child the second you move out - in fact, that should never happen. College kids are some of the most immature people I know. We stomp in rain puddles. We get excited over ice cream. We dance like idiots (and not just drunkenly). But we also take on some major responsibility of our own lives by being out on our own, and that's the kind of responsibility you can't hand back to your parents.