One week

It’s crazy how one week has gone by and I seem to be leading a different life. Last Saturday I was prancing around town in a little black dress with my hair straightened and my face all made up, being a fun-loving teenage, high school girl enjoying prom. This Saturday, I’m dressed in a big sweatshirt and leggings with my hair pulled up in a lazy pony tail and no make up on at all because I packed that away in boxes today. I’m a little closer to adulthood as I pack away my childhood and just life in general, go grocery shopping by myself and plan adventures around the world. I’m graduated from high school, all signed up for classes in college,going to parties with alcohol (granted it was in my backyard) and living out of boxes and backpacks. Just a little bit crazy, just one week ago I was dancing at the capitol building with no worries. Ah, what I wouldn’t give to be worry-free again. Or at least my only worries would be about if I could carry a 20 pound backpack down a ten mile canyon or what to wear tomorrow. I didn’t realize that there was stress outside of homework, social circles, and impressing a crush. Now all I think about is boxes… boxes and boxes and boxes. It took four HUGE boxes to fit all of my books, one box for my old school work, one box of memories, and one tiny puny little box for my jewelry, makeup, and perfume. I like where my priorities lie, I love books and memories and care little for how I look.
Even though it’s only been a week since senior prom, I feel a little bit older and a little bit wiser…although in reality, I probably haven’t changed at all!