While Visions of Summertime Dance in Her Head...

It has been over a month since my last post and that is shameful. Shame on me.
Okay, shaming done. While I love that people read my blog and I am more than happy to share my life, I promised myself that I would write when and what I wanted to in order to make my posts genuine and heartfelt. If I wrote on days my heart wasn't into it, I wouldn't be writing for myself which is the reason I started this. Anyways, onto something more interesting.
This summer I have done some things. I travelled to the West Coast, went to my annual drum major camp, and done lots of hanging out and cheering with my friends. Never have I ever cared about futbol. And truly, I don't now. But I don't think it is possible to watch the World Cup and not get excited and completely into it. Sometimes you find yourself cheering for a country/team you have no logical reason to cheer for. Regardless of the games' final outcome, they are always the highlight of my week. This summer has been a lot about making the most out of everything and growing closer to the people I know I don't have much time with. So really, this summer has been about life.
College is the cloud that looms overhead of me the most. It's one of those clouds that you don't notice is there until the sun comes out from behind it. You like the sun, but the shade is nice too. Like many students and teenagers, I am intimidated by the prospect of moving out and surviving on my own, but the excitement that comes with living on my own and studying something I am truly excited and passionate about outweighs the fear of locking myself out of my dorm when my roommate isn't home. There is nothing I am looking forward to more than throwing that cap into the air and being able to think 'I'm done. I did it'. But first, I have to survive senior year. I am grateful for the friends and experiences high school has brought me, but I am glad this is my final year in this chapter of my life.
One of the things I am most excited about this year is my eighteenth birthday. However, at the same time this means I am an adult, no longer a child. At this point in my life there are a lot decisions I can and will have to make for myself. And the most intimidating aspect of becoming an adult is that one day I will not have my parents to turn to and say 'What now? What do I do?'. Of course there will be people to help me along the way, the same way I will help them, but there is something about the comfort of being able to ask the people who raised you and loved you for help rather than just a trusted friend or role model. Perhaps it is because of all the memories contained in a father's hug or the way we remember our mother's laugh makes us reminisce about our childhood, but there is something about our parents that gives us great comfort, no matter how estranged from them we are.