Dream a little dream...
It is hard to believe that in a few short weeks I will be registering for my fourth and final year at Western. It is even harder to believe where I was three years ago: preparing to graduate from high school.
I was slowly but surely packing up my childhood and would soon move out of my parents house (something in that particular moment I never thought I would miss.) All through high school, time crept devilishly slow, we prayed for graduation's quick delivery and, when it finally, came I was almost sad.
Graduation meant saying goodbye to the life I had grown comfortable living. It meant saying goodbye to people I loved. It meant (though I did not realize it at the time) my relationships with those people would be altered forever. It also meant new adventures, and a journey that would lead me to finding myself.
My mom and I have always been freakishly close. We have a relationship that far surpasses that of the average mother and daughter. We have seen each other through the beautiful and the ugly. We were and still are best friends first and mother and daughter second.
Thinking back to the last night in my bed, in my house, I could not fathom the idea of not seeing my mom every day. Not getting ready with her every morning. Not eating dinner together every night. Not staying up late talking incessantly, exchanging mundane details about our days.
It nearly broke my heart. Of course, being the extremely flexible people we are, we adjusted, and I can confidently say that we are closer now than we have ever been. But as I embark on the end of my journey here at Western and begin to dream a little dream of my journey to come, I can not help but think of the unfathomably yet again.
My one-year forecast? It calls for a lot of sun. I have spent 21 years of my life playing favorites when it comes to my parental units. My mom was the one who was a constant and reliable pillar in my life, and my dad moved to Phoenix before I ever really got the chance to get to know him, but I am done playing that game.
It is time for me to force myself out of my comfort zone in more ways than one. I chose to attend Western because it was small, close to home, and I would be surrounded by familiar faces. While at Western, I discovered a variety of things about myself, one of them being that I want to be in Public Relations and Media. The second, I hate small towns.
Luckily, my major and my interests both require that I live in a big city In order to get a job in the of the field of my choice, I will most likely need a masters degree, I was lucky enough to be born into the generation that was on the brink of change. While I was half way through earning my bachelor's degree, society decided that bachelor's degrees are the new G.E.D.s, rendering them rather useless.
So I put all the pieces together, being the stunningly brilliant creature I am, I decided to kill several birds with one stone. I will move to Arizona, earn my master's degree in a big, wonderful city teeming with opportunity, and get to know my family on a level that I have never been able to before.
However, all of this means that I must leave Oregon; I have to leave the rain, I have to potentially forget the color green ever existed and, worst of all, I have to leave my mother, my best friend.
If I did not already know what she would say if I tried to back out of this genius plan, I might convince myself to stay. I can hear my mom now, "Oh honey, we will miss each other but it will be all right!"
And if I was going to choose any time to listen to my mother, now would be the time. If she taught me anything, it was to answer the door when opportunity knocks, and you better believe I am going do what my momma tells me.
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