This is the moment I've been waiting for my whole life. End of my senior year. Seeing my friends for the last time. Making plans over the summer with friends I’ll probably won’t even up seeing. Closing one chapter of my life while another is starting. Graduation day comes. I’m so nervous but yet so excited. Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas as I’m walking across the stage. I’m growing up and about to leave behind all I’ve ever known. Summer hits, the last summer before college. The summer I turn eighteen, the first summer I have my own car. The very first summer I honestly can go anywhere I want to go and do things with whoever I want to. I’ve got the whole world in front of me. I should be excited right? Surprisingly I’m not. I’m petrified. The whole unknown is in front of me. I can either make or break my entire life. Summer comes and goes and August 25th is finally here. The day I move into my dorm, the day my parents make my bed and leave me all alone to fend for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve been an only child. Always having my parents to go to whenever I needed something and they were able to give me their undivided attention. Now I’m standing here, in the middle of my dorm, tears streaming down my face. I’m not excited like all my friends say I would be. I’m sad and scared and want to go home. Nothing inside of me is waiting to explode like Christmas. Everything inside of me wants everything to be back the way it was before. When everything was planned out and happiness was guaranteed.