Movin’ on out

The lights are dim, classical music is playing, the aura is somber. 
As I take down my wall decorations and pack up the rest of my not-worn outfits, I’m not sure what to do with myself.  It’s as if I’m preparing for the funeral of my time at uni.For the first time in 8 years of packing, unpacking, taping boxes, zipping up suitcases and moving in/out of dorms, I will never have to enter student residency ever again (until I move in my children, if I ever have any).
This is terrifying.For the first time of my life, I will have to get a real job, choose where I want to live, pay bills, get paid, fuck bitches, fulfill responsibilities, and worst of all, be an adult.

On the bright side, I will never have to do homework, attend lectures, schedule classes, pay tuition (who am I kidding, my parents handled this), or deal with silly school administration again.

At the moment, I’m a tad concerned as to what the rest of my life will entail, but I suppose that’s the fun of it all?

Growing, discovering, learning.

Growing as a human being through heartache, troubles, and tribulation.  Discovering what your true self is.  Learning about the world we live in and how we can make it a better place- or at least attempt to thrive instead of just survive.

After 17 years of education and somewhat naive, sheltered living, I am finally ready to embark on all that the world has to offer. 

Come @ me, br0.


~ by pandaextraordinaire on May 14, 2012.

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