One Month

One month. Thirty-one days. That is the amount of time I still have to live in my childhood home. Sleep in my bed. That is the time I have before everything changes.

I really have never been a fan of change. I'm not welcome to it because change brings stress and stress and I don't get a long that well. College is going to be a HUGE change in my life but it is a change that I am ready to embrace, even though it scares me.

I belong. I love the campus. And I have this strange, inexplicable feeling in my gut that I am suppose to be there. I am going down the correct road, it is just up to me to summon the courage to keep traveling down it.

I'm scared. I don't want to be homesick. I don't want to leave my friends and boyfriend behind. It feels like everything I am and everything I have ever known is being left back at home. I'm not a child anymore, and that is hard to accept. I'm not "Daddy's Little Girl." I would do anything to go back to the times where we would just play catch in the backyard or when I would bring my Mom my Barbies so she could give them cool hairdos.

Those were the times. Simplicity. Not a care in the world. Childhood.
But now is MY time. Change. The future. Adulthood.

There is no turning back now. The clock is ticking down to the day I pack my boxes in the car and drive 400 miles to my new home. I am so excited to start this chapter in my life but I can't help but look back and realize everything that I will miss.

One month. Thirty-one days.
The countdown to my beautiful, scary, exciting future at MIZZOU.