I think growing up is less of a big moment and more of a bunch of small realizations that keep stacking up.

Lately, it’s been hitting me that I’m actually leaving for college soon. Not in a “new chapter!!!” kind of way, just in a quiet, slightly unreal way. Like I’ll be doing something normal and then remember, oh… this isn’t going to be my everyday life for much longer.

It’s strange because nothing around me has really changed yet, but I feel different in it. Like I’m already a little bit detached from things that used to feel permanent.

And at the same time, I don’t feel fully ready for whatever’s next either. I don’t have everything figured out, I don’t suddenly feel like an adult, and I definitely don’t have some clear version of who I’m going to be when I get there.

I think that’s the part no one really says out loud. You don’t magically become ready just because it’s time to move on.

It’s more like you’re in between versions of your life, and you kind of have to step into the next one before you feel prepared for it.

So yeah, I guess this is what it feels like. Not super dramatic, not super clear. Just slowly realizing things are ending while something else is about to start, and being somewhere in the middle of that.

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