In about a month I'll be leaving Texas. Leaving all that I've always known. All the ones I've always known, the ones that are…like me.
In about a month I start living as an adult. Out of the house and on my own.
In about a month it'll finally hit me that this is what I've been preparing for since like high school.
In about a month I'll be sitting in a chair at the airport (If I'm not late) wondering what it'll be like. Feeling all the butterflies. Getting slapped in the face because, this is it.
In about a month I'll have no excuse for my silly little girl tantrums because then I'll be considered an adult. I'll be expected to act like one.
In about a month I won't have my mom to scratch my head and give me soft back rubs after I've had a long day at work.
In about two months I'll most likely look at this and wonder what all the fuss was about. I'll know that it's really not that bad.
In about two months I'll be acquainted with adulthood. With everything new around me. With my new life.
In some months I'll really know what it's like. I'll probably know if it's all that I hoped for…or not.
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