27th July, 2010.
I've lived in 3 decades ('90, '00, '10) and I'm not two decades old. It's little over three weeks till my first year results and I still get lost around college. The football season starts in 10 days and I'm still reeling from the last. I'm going home tomorrow and it feels like I've only just got here (my dad's, in Portsmouth). I've been with my girlfriend for - what? - 7 weeks? Yet I'm still paranoid and feel like I know her little, let alone have a deep and meaningful understanding.
It's difficult to fathom that I'm nearly a golden and important age; legally an adult; so close to taking responsibility for myself. It's difficult to take that when I get home, I'm going to have to trawl the streets and shops looking for a job to pay for a car and the things attached to it. Like insurance. That I'll have to start saving for University. A flat, maybe, if I'm feeling brave. Or at least accommodation for university.
I still remember needing a stool to get to the sink at my dad's house. Now I'm taller than him - my dad. I remember looking at my elder brother with admiration and warm sibling love and now - nothing but a distrust and a wish that he'd grow up.
Too quick. Far too quick.
Growing up happens far too fast, it sure does.
ReplyDeleteI'm "RaineDrop" from the writing forum btw, just stopping by.
Oh I also have a writing blog if you'd care to follow:
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