It's coming...

College.

It looms over me like winter weather.

I am excited, yet scared out of my mind.

I want to leave, grow up, take charge.

But then I remember all the things I don't know how to do without my  mom. 

I've been learning, but I learn better hands on. Which I haven't actually been doing.

I don't want to leave my mom. Or friends. Or the comforts of my room.

Dorms are scary.

I know, I've lived in one for a week.

There are like no places to store books.

How will I survive?

And all the things I share with my little sister... I'll have to buy my own and take it.

That stuff costs money.

Which I don't have.

Except scholarships are in the picture.

I've already got a full ride.

But my interview for the leadership one was yesterday.

TERRIFYING. 

I think the stress that interview caused me made me age like five years over night.

I really want to be an ambassador.

But I don't think that interview proved how much I want it.

I was shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

Horrible.

Although, there is one thing about leaving that I know won't change at all.

Church.

I am so excited for Institute.

You have no idea.

At least I'll have one constant in my life.