I’m leaving for university in a matter of months. Months. I still feel like I’m 12, so this is extremely unsettling. I’ve noticed something lately, and it’s an influx of sudden realisations.
These realisations will come out of nowhere, just when you’re not expecting them, and slap you into consciousness.
“This is the last birthday you’ll celebrate with your family for years.
“This is the last New Years’ Eve you’ll have in Bahrain.”
This has a tendency to dampen proceedings.
Every day has some connotation of finality, and it still manages to surprise me. It’s not just the finality, but it is the uncertainty. Where am I going? What am I doing? Is everything going to be OK?
I don’t know. It’s mildly comforting that nobody else does either. We’re existing in a time of change, at a time of upheaval. I might celebrate my next birthday in the USA. Or the UK. Or Canada. Or on the Moon. The point is, I could be anywhere. We’re leaving the nest, and hopefully becoming well-adjusted adults. We just have to hang on tight, and hopefully, everything will turn out alright. Or you could just call mum at three in the morning asking how to switch on the washing machine.
