I’ve always been one for planning. Whether it be concerts, traveling, or just a date. And I’ve always found great excitement in making these plans.
But now, these plans are no longer months upon months away. And the feeling of excitement has been replaced with fear.
On Friday, I register for my last semester of class as an undergraduate. In 19 days, I will attend my last Gamma Phi formal. In 7 short weeks, I will be on my way to Italy with my best friend.
And as soon as we get back, time will continue to fly too fast. Before I know it, it’ll be August 19th. I will be turning 22 years old and moving into my big kid apartment. I’ll blink, and it’ll be December 13th, and I will be preparing to walk across the stage to receive my college diploma.
I’m so scared. I’m overwhelmed. And I’m not mentally ready to grow up.
I’m a mess.