it always seems that time flies when you are least wanting it to.
when you're little and your parents tell you about the Disneyland vacation you're going on that's two months away those seem to be the longest two months of your 7 year old mind.
but when you have to come home and tell your parents about a disappointing loss against Norway, you're in your driveway in a blink of an eye.
for some reason it seems like this semester is flying by. it's already midterms. that means that this saturday is march, and finals are the last week of April. it's safe to say i'm flipping out. I am so stoked to finally grab life instead of letting life happen to me. but if i'm really so excited for this change, why is time flying by so quickly? i guess it means because everything is going to change. drastically. i'll be in an apartment with my best friend trying to figure out how to survive (two years late. but hey, there is nothing wrong with late bloomers right?) in a whole new city, a whole new school and that honestly terrifies me. my soul just craves for a change but i am so scared of jumping into the deep end and not knowing if my instincts will kick in and i'll learn to swim or if i'll sink to the bottom and float back up when i'm dead.
i vote all struggling 20-year old's take a trip to Disneyland just to remind ourselves that being twenty and scared is okay. Just like Indiana Jones ride. it'll be fun, right?
