Change.

I've lived at my aunt's for a week, just to get my bearings and get some things organised. It's not so scary anymore. It's exciting. I'll probably get the nerves back when I have to go for orientation and my first few lectures, but that's normal. But I have a possible job, which takes some of the stress away, about money and all. I have my books. I have my parking permit. I just need my i.d. and I shall be sorted.

It's 2:07am, on Monday the 25th of January. I'm at my best friend's house, M-, watching her clean her room up. It's taken a total of 8 hours, and she hasn't finished yet. Gosh knows when we're going to bed. If we go to bed. Her happiest part on Sunday's are reading PostSecret. They make her happy.

R- wants everything to go back to how they were when we were in year 12. Instead, this year, means we are all going to uni in some distant place, taking gap years, either overseas or somewhere in Australia. Some have full time jobs. He says it's scary. Everything is changing. So fast, each day different to the last, taking us all to different places.

I think it's part of us growing up. Shaping us to be who we want to be in life.

LittleElfGirl, xoxo