The other day, I looked to my phone to see what day it was. The 19th. Ever so quickly, I blurted out to my aunt "I graduate 7 months from today." It was a quick calculation, a frivolous choice of deceleration and an incredibly sad moment.
Seven months seems like a while. Over half a year. But take away Thanksgiving break, winter break and Spring break and you're left with 5 and a half. Take away time spent in class, doing homework and sleeping (because yes, I am not the typical all-nighter college student) and it goes down even more.
Then I realized that instead of counting down the days, worrying where they will be going, I should instead take every day and enjoy it. Make the most of it. Go out for frozen yogurt at 10 p.m. because we can, take pictures of the sun hitting the library in just-the-right-way because I'm there and I won't always be, spend all my money in the cafeteria because God knows it, free money won't ever come my way again.
At the same time, I am ready. Excited for something new and fresh and scared out of my mind in a good way that change is approaching.
Gone will be the days of carefree living and incoming are the ones with responsibility but that's not a bad thing. In fact, it's something to look forward to. Something I've been dreaming about for my whole life.
At 5, at 7, even at 12, adulthood seems to be better than anything else in the world but from my 21 year old self to that puberty-driven pre-teen, I say take the time to grow. You'll need it.
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