As I sit here and do this homework for class this morning, it really hits me that I've spent the better part of 4 years with the same people.
It really hits me that we're celebrating our 22nd birthdays. I turned 22 in November, she turned 22 in January and he turns 22 on Tuesday. I'm really trying to figure out when we got so old. (Relatively speaking, of course, since 22 isn't "old" at all) When did we stop being kids and become adults? When did we start preparing for the rest of our lives?
The time has flown by and I'm wondering if I'm making the right decisions for the rest of my life. I've got 5 weeks left of classes of undergrad, before I begin taking my Masters Classes and embark on my internship journey this summer/fall.
One way or another, we're all talking about engagements and weddings and having kids and doing all of this sometime in the near future, whether or not any of us are actually in a serious relationship. We're all thinking about what's best for our futures and I, for one, and totally and completely overwhelmed.
It's funny how we used to think being an adult was so cool. As a child, all we saw was freedom. No parents to tell us what to do or when to do it. No teachers to tell us we had this assignment due at this time or to still still and be quiet. We thought freedom. But the closer I get to graduating, I'm reminded that with freedom comes responsibility. Responsibility to get to work on time, to pay bills before their due date, to put gas in the car. Responsibility to figure out what we're having for dinner, that is if we can afford something more than Easy Mac cups. Responsibility to pay the car note and the rent, and the utility bill, and the phone bill... the list goes on.
As I sit here and do this homework I'm reminded that we're growing the hell up and I'm not sure I'm ready for that. With freedom comes responsibility, and I'm trying to blow that off as long as possible. (Maybe even if it means moving back in with Mom & Dad)
