Scared? Excited? Sad? Nervous?

Today I had grad photos... I thought this would be a day that I had been looking forward to forever! It meant that I was going to be leaving school, getting into university that was a three-hour plane ride away from home, away from high school drama and out on my own... but then I got to the pictures.

When I arrived in the room I was confident and excited and then I saw one of my best friends in front of me getting ready for her pictures. I thought it would be great because we were going to get our pictures done together! Side by side we got our pictures taken when suddenly our favourite song came on the photographer’s radio, and we were laughing so hard that we proceeded to ask the photographers if we could take our pictures together.

When the pictures were over and I walked alone back to my class my emotions changed. I was lonely and sad and realized what I would be leaving: friendships of four years and a lot of memories. Was I ready?

My boyfriend and I had been talking for a while about it and  when I think about leaving him I just get gloomy! So here is my question for you all this week: is it right to leave everything right after high school, or stay relatively close to home and maybe adventure further later in life? Personally, I am all about going with my gut. As my friend tells me every time something happens, “Everything happens for a reason.”

But maybe there is another way of thinking about it. What do you think?

 

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