Mixed feelings. That’s what I tell everyone who asks how I feel about this transition.
‘Hell yeah! I’d leave right away!’ would be my reply 2 years ago.
Why the different reactions; then and now?
Back then, I felt like I was an animal living in a cage; where going out required special reasons/occasions and there was always a curfew.
Now, I get to go almost anywhere I want, and all I get for coming back late is a little reprimand and I’m off the hook.
Back then, the furthest I could travel alone was within the state, and the longest I could leave the house was 12 hours.
Now, the furthest I’ve travelled alone was to another continent altogether, and the longest out of the house was 2 weeks.
Back then, I hated the restrictions so much I almost sower to break awy from this ‘cage’ and run like there’s no coming back.
Now, I miss the angry faces and long lectures they used to give me when I arrive home late from a party.
Soon, I’ll have to decide where I should or should not go, how late I should be back because no one will care if I even come back.
Soon, I’ll have to travel alone, maybe with a couple of friends if I’m lucky; and leave the house for for good, unless I’m lucky enough to get a job near home.
Two years ago, I would’ve jumped for joy at such a circumstance, yet now, it scares me more than ever.
Why is the grass always greener on the other side?
Why must I appreciate things only when it’s gone?
Freedom, here I come. You better be worth it.
Good luck on your journey.