A Story About Growing Up
S.C.
It's funny to look around and see people you grew up with grown up. Especially the people you are closest to. This year, my brothers went to college, now they’re on the first step toward the rest of their lives. I still see them as the two morons who would hit each other in the head with wiffle ball bats, but now they're grown men with beards and girlfriends. One minute they're sitting next to you in booster seats and now they're behind the wheel. I remember the times where I didn’t talk to them and now that they are gone-I can’t reach them.
It’s even weirder to see my friends driving and applying for the next step of their lives. To see their development as people- dealing with problems responsibly, taking action and working to fulfill their dreams. In a year we're going to be going away from each other- trusting that our friendships will survive the distance. I fear that I will lose the bonds with my best friends, having them dwindle down to occasional phone calls and meeting for coffee.
Knowing I have to grow up is scary, knowing that I am taking the next step toward being an adult. Trusting that what my parents have taught me in the last 17 years will show. The slow awaited process of adulthood is long and scary and then all at once you're an adult and suddenly expected to be able to survive on your own. You're left with the weight of making choices that will determine the rest of your life. The truth is that there is no way we can know what the future will entail, now is the time to make quick decisions, and it can change, and it's okay.
S.C.
It's funny to look around and see people you grew up with grown up. Especially the people you are closest to. This year, my brothers went to college, now they’re on the first step toward the rest of their lives. I still see them as the two morons who would hit each other in the head with wiffle ball bats, but now they're grown men with beards and girlfriends. One minute they're sitting next to you in booster seats and now they're behind the wheel. I remember the times where I didn’t talk to them and now that they are gone-I can’t reach them.
It’s even weirder to see my friends driving and applying for the next step of their lives. To see their development as people- dealing with problems responsibly, taking action and working to fulfill their dreams. In a year we're going to be going away from each other- trusting that our friendships will survive the distance. I fear that I will lose the bonds with my best friends, having them dwindle down to occasional phone calls and meeting for coffee.
Knowing I have to grow up is scary, knowing that I am taking the next step toward being an adult. Trusting that what my parents have taught me in the last 17 years will show. The slow awaited process of adulthood is long and scary and then all at once you're an adult and suddenly expected to be able to survive on your own. You're left with the weight of making choices that will determine the rest of your life. The truth is that there is no way we can know what the future will entail, now is the time to make quick decisions, and it can change, and it's okay.