Nobody realizes how hard it is until they do it themselves-being 18, packing up your things and moving twenty hours away from your family with no car, no friends, no boyfriend, no job and little to no money. I hear it all the time, “you’re so lucky, you’re living your dream and doing what you love.” Parents congratulate me and my peers envy me. But no one really knows what it’s like; I’m in school all day two days a week, I work every friday through sunday and am stuck doing homework on mondays and wednesdays. It gets lonely living out here. I’m constantly surrounded by people but I’ve never felt more alone before.
This wasn’t my first choice, this wasn’t my dream it was my fall back because my dream seemed so unattainable. I left to get away from my parents, I left expecting to hate where i lived and hoping to love what i was doing. I couldn’t be any more wrong. I love where i live and i love my job, but the one reason why I came out here is the one reason why I need to come back.
This isn’t what i signed up for; it’s a joke, it’s overrated and it’s something i can’t fake anymore.
I can’t wait to be back, hours away from home, going to a school i’ll enjoy and being completely independent.
There’s so much i’ll miss about my new home, but this isn’t going to be a goodbye, it’s a see ya later.
