Growing up?

An Essay By Bridget // 6/1/2011

(A bit disorganized, but there's no way I could straighten out this train of though tonight.)


I'm leaving soon.  I turned 18 this spring, and I'm leaving for the summer to live with my half-brother.  I'm excited - but the thought of leaving is so strange.  I also just got my license, which means I'm now driving myself to college, and Taekwon-Do, and everything else, which is also weird.  Josephine's a cranky old creature that wobbles whenever you go faster than she thinks is acceptable and needs new shocks.  I love her though, unreasonably so, considering she's a vehicle.

I can't wait to leave, in one way.  Moving out is exciting.  Packing makes me want to giggle, in the way that ends with a shriek because I'm so thrilled to be doing this.

But honestly?  Thinking about it makes me want to cry sometimes.  I don't cry easily - did you know that?  I'm going to miss hanging out with my best friend and going to Taekwon-Do with my family.  I'm going to miss the summer weekends at the campground.  I'm going to miss watching dumb YouTube videos with Kevin.

I want to say I'm growing up.  Maybe I am, a little.  But do you know why I'm doing this?  Because one day in April, I got so mad and so messed up that I decided I wanted to get away from it all.  Real mature, Bridget.  Of course, now that's not why; not very much anyway.

I'm leaving the day after finals.  It feels too soon.  It should be fun.  I practically have a job already - long story - and Sean's going to teach me how to play football and basketball.  Yeah, I'm 18, and I never learned how.  Time to fix that.  I'm going to teach him how to rollerblade. This summer's going to be awesome.

But sometimes I catch myself and wonder what the heck I'm doing (although I usually wonder that in stronger terms).  I do a lot of weird, stupid things, but this is something new.  Oh, yeah, I know that I'm plenty old enough.  I'm just having weird moments.

I've learned how to move on, at least a little.  Apparently accepting disappointment is something that happens when you grow up.  Doing things that scare the crap outta you - maybe not so grown-up, but goodness knows if that will ever change.

Life is such a novelty to me still.  All I can say is that I hope growing up doesn't mean losing that.  I kind of like the butterfly feeling I get when I'm scared, and the jittery feeling when I've just discovered something new.

I think maybe I'll keep that.


This is remarkably relatable,

This is remarkably relatable, especially the last three paragraphs. It reminded me that as an early teen I thought being an adult meant being tired of being alive and trapped into's been frightening/joyful to decide growing up makes everything both more blurry and more vivid. (Too late at night to be more articulate, sorry.)

In any seem to be not only a good writer but a very real and strong-hearted individual--I wish you all the best.

Annabel | Sun, 06/05/2011


You're remarkably good at writing essays--maybe it's because you are honest with your emotions. You make them so apprent in your writing. Because of that, everything is relatable! This was one of my favorites :) 

Good luck with everything--despite things changing (which they always seem to be) it always turns out for the best. So...luck!!! 


Madeline | Sun, 06/05/2011

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

Thank you for the compliments

Thank you for the compliments (:-D) and for the good wishes.  I think I need them.

Bridget | Sun, 06/05/2011

"I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question." - Harun Yahya

Very raw, emotional and

Very raw, emotional and truthful. Great job! Good luck moving out-you'll do great :D

E | Thu, 06/30/2011

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond