When I was younger, I feel so much excitement every time my birthday is drawing nearer.

For the
reason that because I’m going to turn one year older. I really wished to be an adult then specially to
become in college.

And now the things I used to imagined is already happening.

No curfew, No rules, No one’s gonna dictate me of what to do, Own life, only by myself, and a total
Freedom! Yes. At last A life where I will manage independently.

This was what I envisioned of how my life would be when I’m on my legal age. Maybe, this is the most
awaited time of our life. The life which is

Because it is way different from the life we used to have.

You’ll be sent in your desired school where is kilometers away from your home. And you’ll gonna be
living with no one, but only yourself.

At first, it is quite challenging yet exciting because this is what I am excited about when I was a kid. You’ll
going to meet new faces for the first time, make new memories and You’ll believe that you are going to
learn life.

And believing that in becoming adult you can have the moment for yourself, so you wish to get older to
experience such.

Body

And yes, every thing’s going well. I enjoyed the few days accompanying myself. The things I imagined
before is going just like how it was planned.

A. I seized every moment of my time being a “new adult” in a bigger society.

- I got even proud of myself because, Hey I’m way too independent. I do things for myself
especially those that I am not used of doing before. I buy foods for myself, I manage my
money and even got to hold my Atm card for the first time, wash clothes for myself, and
make own decisions.

Yes. It is fun because you have all the credits of freedom. Who would not want that, right? You got all
the decisions from yourself and you gotta learn driving your own life. And will be able to find
experiences to add up in the chapters of your story. And that would be really great.

But… wait, hold for a sec. Slow down. As I’ve realized things, I think this is way too fast.

I realized that this stage of life is not easy. I realized that these are all just good for the first time. It
seems contrary, a way different.

The things I imagined so colorful, happy, and blissful before becomes dim and fading. And so now I
asked myself, is this really what I wished for?

B. Can I be just the toddler my mom’s calling me nene?

It’s okay if they’ll scold me every minute because I know it is a sign of their love and care.
Can I just be the baby who’s crying her head out because of the hanger and slippers marking my
butt?
Or the kid which gets the attention of every one because she shits on her pants.