Growing up

Its getting to that time of the year, I have somehow become another year older and am no longer a teenager. The weather is getting cold... I mean colder than average in this abysmal country. BUT it is that terrifying time in which I have to send of my applications for university. I have actually managed to do this even though every single bone in my body resisted growing up, I think it has started.

Growing up seems like something that is ideal, you get to move out, drink, party, have no rules. All of this at the age of 15 where pretty much you are constricted to stealing your parents cigarettes and drinking WKD under the underpasses seems exciting. Then you grow up. You have to start thinking about life and all these important things like what you want to do, get a degree or a job. You have to think about where you are going to live and how you are going to afford of it. You think about having to make your own Sunday roasts, and to some of my friends and people I have grown up with it means looking after another human being you seem to have created. People my age having children always seemed weird to me until I realised that most of them are in their early 20's and this is considered normal. I then think, OH MY GOD, I have reached an age where it is socially acceptable to have children.  A WHOLE HUMAN BEING. The more I think about it, the more I realise its okay to be scared to grow up, its something that unfortunately is inevitable but making the conscious decision I have made is to enjoy going to university because that is the next step and to deal with growing up the only way I know how to... one day at a time.