Truth: I don't actually know how many seconds are left.
BUT that is the amount of time I have left at home. My home. I'm leaving my home.
I feel like a baby bird. My parents have fed me from their own beaks all my life and I've known nothing else. But now its time for me to fly away from the nest. Go out on my own. What if I fall? What if I don't even know how to fly? I suppose for a bird, it's an innate ability that is guaranteed at birth, but I'm human. I mean, I've ridden in airplanes before, but flying by myself??
Obviously, I wasn't really talking about flying. Unless someone will let me borrow a jet pack? Anyway, I think it goes without saying (but I'm going to say it anyway) that I'm a little nervous. I meant it when I said I've never known anything else. I've always had my parents at arm's length from me. I don't know how I'm going to survive without them. I mean, I have to wash my own clothes now! The horror!!
Well, considering I'm supposed to wake up in four hours, I should get some shut eye. Big day ahead...
Next time I blog, I'll be a college freshman.
Fresh meat. I hope the dogs on campus aren't too big...
