You know what’s hard?  Growing up, that’s what’s hard.

When we’re little, all we want is to stop having to sit at the kid table, to get treated like adults, to be what we said we wanted to be when we grew up.  When I was younger, I was determined that I was going to work at Tim Horton’s so I could see my dad every day.  If only it were so simple.

I’m starting my second year of university in September, which I am really excited about.  I’m living off residence in the same apartment complex as Mikey with my BFF Jess, and I’m getting even more freedom than last year.  This all sounds awesome, but honestly?

I’m terrified.

Growing up means having to pay for lots of stuff, even if you don’t have any money.  It means that your parents, who (bless them) are helping you pay for your education, have to fork out even more money, with even less scholarship funds available to them.  It doesn’t help when you don’t get your scholarship renewed because you didn’t make the cut.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that when we’re younger, growing up seems like the best thing to happen to us.  But when we’re actually grown up, sometimes all we want is to go back to the times when the most we had to worry about was sitting at the little kid table and deciding whether we wanted to be a princess or a mermaid when we grew up.