This year has been interesting. I came back expecting things to be similar to how they were before--not quite the same as people's roles have changed and all my friends aren't living in the same place as me anymore, but still similar. I was pretty taken aback by the drastic differences. I've finally realized now the difference a summer can make. On Sunday, it suddenly struck me that I cannot approach my relationships as just being resumed from last year--I've changed, and so has everyone else. I almost need to step back, reevaluate, and start from nearly the beginning in re-getting to know everyone, even the people closest to me. It's an odd feeling; it was quite disconcerting at first, but now that I think I've got a better idea of what I'm doing, it's not a bad thing.
I've also been hit lately with how young I am. I'm 18. I live on a college campus which, by definition, holds some of American's youngest adults, and I'm still younger than most of them. At the same time, I feel really old. Last year I only worried about classes and focused on building relationships with those whom I lived with. This year, I've abruptly had three part-time jobs thrust upon me, and I'm leading a group of freshmen. What happened? I can't do this! Yet I am. I'm not sure I like growing up. Growing, sure, is a good thing; growing up, not so much.
If this sounds like a complaint, it's not meant as such. It's more observation than anything else. Well, with that, I'm not sure what else to say.
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