Today is the first day in a while I’ve felt the need for comfort and guidance. After yesterdays letter to you I can’t help but realise I’m not going to be 19 forever- as much as I want to be. It feels like I’ve wasted all of my teenage years up until this point.
I know my twenties is the time in which I’ll find myself on many new adventures and doing things I’d always wanted to, but there’s something quite mournful about not being a teenager any more.
Although I’ve always been the one to want to move out, start a family and be independent - a big part of me will miss my teenage years a lot. Which is odd considering how much heartache they bought me. I feel like a lot of time has been lost on the bad and not focused on the good and that is all to blame on me, October.
Despite being absolutely terrified, I am looking forward to see where my twenties take me. I want to travel, I want to move away from Oxford. For once in my life I want to feel like I’m in control.