My dad turned 53 on Monday. He's always called me his "princess", and I can still remember how excited I got when he came home from work. I can remember listening for the garage door to open and then running as fast as my chubby 3-year-old legs would let me to go give him a hug. I can still remember the smell of his old red coat.
Thats when it hit me that I haven't lived at home for a year and a half, and I'm only 19. As soon as I graduated high school I was gone, too eager to get out and be on my own.
Well growing up sucks! When did I become old enough to have job interviews for internships, get rejection letters, date a freaking 26-year old, and write 10-page single-spaced research papers? Since when did I want to graduate college in 3 years with a business degree in hopes of someday getting an MBA?
Granted, I know I'm not old or grown up by any means. But I regret trying too hard to become an adult too fast. I wish I could still play dress-up and think that boys had cooties.
I want to play with my Barbies and have my cat Lemonade crawl into the wardrobe box again.
Ok, I'm maybe I'm just really homesick. I can't wait for Thanksgiving to roll around... just 3 more weeks...
Sheesh Chantel, why DO you want to get your degree so quickly?! lol I think you are doing an excellent job...but take a break girl!!! You are making ME look lazy! :P <3 you! I hope the very best for you and as much as I think playing with Barbies would be fun...I think I would get board quickly. haha...but maybe Brother V's daughters wouldn't mind a couple of playmates! :)
ReplyDeleteI still play dress up. and with bubbles. and I still paint my nails all different colors. Because... I love being a kid.
ReplyDeleteDo it! Paint every nail a different color. It is surprisingly satisfying. :) I love you.
and I love your ambition.
I thought of you and this post yesterday as I worked on a project (colored, glued, and cut) with Emmy. You'll get a chance to dress-up, play dolls and Barbies, and color in a few more years when you're a mom! You don't have to feel so bad; it comes back. :) Only you're the one who has to say no to eating the cookie dough...
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