I'm now a second semester senior in college with seven weeks left of school and I never thought I would be where I am now. Looking back on my freshman year of college up until now, I've done a complete 180. Freshman year, I went to a university where I knew two people. I rushed a sorority and thought it was the best decision of my life (more on that in another post). I met a boy that I fell head over heels in love with and was put through hell and back for the following three years. I found a college job where I made some of the best friends I'll ever have. I had extreme homesickness all throughout college but then decided to pack up my life and move halfway across the country for a semester. I fell deeply in love again with a different boy and never felt so broken and alone when he broke up with me (once again, more on that in different post). And now here I am, sitting in my college apartment, writing my first blog post in a very long time.
It's truly fascinating how much can change in four years. The other day, I was looking back on pictures from the beginning of college and it really made me think about the person I've become. And to me, I think I've become a stronger and better person. I experienced two of the most painful heartbreaks I've ever had. I had to courage to pursue my dream and will continue doing so after graduation. I lost yet gained so many friends that were all put into my life to teach me a lesson or two. And I've learned to never get into a car crash in a different state because dealing with that is an absolute pain in the butt. If I could go back and tell my 18 year old self what my life would be like at 22, I would. Now, my 18 year old self would laugh at me and tell me I'm lying. But I would hopefully be proud of the things I've accomplished so far.
I wish I could take a glimpse into my future just to see how I will turn out in a few years. Thinking about the future has been a thought constantly on my mind with graduation coming up quickly. To be honest, I'm absolutely terrified yet so excited. But then again, I'm pretty sure everyone my age is. I hate telling someone that I'm 22 because that age to me is the age you actually have to adult. People keep telling me that 22 is still so young but it's still so scary to me. This is the year I will graduate from college, get a real job eventually, I'll have to start paying my student loans at some point this year, and more and more people I know keep getting engaged.
When I was younger, I thought I would have my life figured out by 22. Yet I decided to basically say screw being an adult, I'm going back to Disney World for a bit. Maybe that's where I'll figure out what I truly want to do with my life, which is why I wanted to get back into blogging and eventually YouTube again. I want to chronicle my adventures in adulthood (aka Disney World) and I can't wait to see how my future unfolds.
Also, shoutout to my bff Joel because he's going to take me to Be Our Guest in Magic Kingdom once I move back to Florida. You da bestest.
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