Saturday
Sitting in my room, my last two hours of being a teenager are ahead of me. I will do the best I can of that time, sleep. I am jetlagged and my body is in complete protest. I am hungry, even though I just ate, I am tired but hyped. Traveling is not something that I should be doing too often. Cannot be good for my system to readjust all the time. Of some unknown reason I am expecting life to reveal itself when I turn 20. It is like a milestone, and when I reach it I am going to know what I want to do with my life, who I will live with and start planning to have kids. So many people use the phrase "growing up" in a negative connotation. I don't know if I can agree to that. I like getting older in one sense, to understand more and have access to the society and all it has to offer. I like taking responsibility, being independent and making my own decisions. I am almost proud over how much I can take care of myself. Detaching myself from my parents in one sense, not like I don't need them but I am becoming my own.
It will feel rather weird to celebrate my birthday without my family, even though they have not done that for the past 2 years. There will be no Thi Qui, no Stine. On the other hand, I have new friends that I appreciate a lot, but none that is as close as those.
Now I am going to sleep and when I wake up tomorrow, I will be enlightened.
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