[five-ish.days]

So, as I wait for the latest episode of Fringe to load, I am left thinking about something my best friend told me yesterday.

I was telling her about how I couldn’t really bring myself to start packing up my stuff and that I was lacking motivation.
She then told me that my “motivation is [me] beginning to live [my] life.”
I had never really thought of like that.
But she’s right.
For the first time in my life I am calling the shots.
When I step on that plane on June 10th my decisions will be my own.
I’m going to camp for the summer.
I’m moving to Boston at the end of August.
I’ll be on my own for 10 months, at minimum.
The best part?
I didn't ask anyone permission.
I just did it.
I applied, I interviewed, I got accepted.

{All my life I've asked my parents permission to do things.
Not so much because I had to (granted, that was the case for the first 18 years of my life), but out of a courtesy to them; just in case anything were to happen (God forbid!), they would know where I am.
A couple of times I've neglected to tell them where I was or flat out lied about where I was, but whenever I did I felt incredibly guilty.
So, to save everyone the trouble, I just let them know now.}

Don't get me wrong, part of me is nervous.
Part of me is excited.
Part of me is scared.
But all of me is ready.
I’m ready to move on and leave this all behind.
I thought similarly when I left for college, but this is different.
I’ll finally be without my safety net to catch me if I fall.
And I’m okay with that.

So here’s to the next five days and that last paragraphs of this chapter of my life.