It was nothing too worrisome. Just a little bit of a downfall. It started with nights of crying. Which turned into sniffles. That ceased into heavy dreams. And ended up being long and deep, well earned breaths of sleep.
Life had finally become my own again.
And I began to like it that way.
So I crossed the two long awaited thresholds of mine:
- becoming eighteen
and
- realizing I can be just fine on my own
Now I'm trekking this campus as an independent young gun. I'm striving for excellence in all the right places (so far). With two majors on my mind, many people in my heart, and hands outstretched and ready to fight, I'll be winning very soon. I think my parents have a different set of expectations for me in some areas...and I think I'm going to disappoint them. But this is MY time. And as selfish as they say I have been...I really beg to differ.
From this little window, on my little twin sized bed, I'll squint through horribly sighted eyes and look at the tiny little lights of the city I am beginning to love.
Let the past be in the past.
And lets begin all the rest.
