This post is in response to the prompt Adult Visions.
When someone’s a young child, they think that adulthood will be fun and that they’ll be ready to leave their parents and join the world outside their home. It isn’t all like that the closer you get to it.
As the title implies, I’m not even an adult quite yet. I’m 17 years old and about to enter my final year of high school. I guess you could say I’m still a little while off from having to be outside of school completely and away from my family. I’ll be in college for at least 3-4 years yet after this next year.
Even so, I’m nervous about leaving already. I’m the youngest of 3 children, but I’ll be the first to actually move out of the house which is weird.
It’s a hard thing to imagine for me, even though I already have a plan of what I’m going to do when I get older anyways.
When I was a little kid, I didn’t like being around most of my family and most of the time that can still hold true. I like keeping to myself most of the time, If i possibly can. Whenever I think about the fact that I’ll be gone in a few years, It makes me sad that it’s how my mind works, but I can’t help it.
I can’t talk much about being an adult living on my own like most can. I haven’t reached that point in my life yet. Even so, I do believe that as a person gets older they realize how much different childhood and adulthood really can be for each person.