I finally decided that it’s time to start my life. I think I’ve already wasted too much time. I guess I’ve known I should go for a while now. It’s one of those things where you wake up every morning and it’s nagging at the back of your mind, telling you to stop stalling. But I just kept pushing it aside. But it’s time I started listening to that voice.
My mom was crying about it the other day. She says she knew I would leave her some day. I don’t know if she really did or not. I think she knew it, but there was some part of her that thought it would never happen. Or maybe she thought she would have more time. I don’t see the big deal. It’s not like I’m leaving and never coming back. I’ll still call her every day. And I’ll visit as often as I can. I just need to get out on my own while I’m young. Do you ever feel like you’re just going to explode if you don’t start something soon? I do. My mom will just have to accept that I’m going.
