the beginning of the end

Just another small town girl feeling as though they are in secluded bubble. Moving from the tiny high school where everyone knows everyone, to the universities where even just walking to class results in bumping into that cute kid from your freshman orientation group hanging out with the dorky kid who sits across from you in marketing. Small colleges should be illegal to those trying to grow up and grow out of the small town no matter how late they come to realize their mistake.

Although I am just a small town girl, not really living in a lonely world, it's hard to feel lonely with everyone you know and don't want to know are so close. Small towns are good until things start beginning to seem the same. You would think leaving your small town back in high school would add newer experiences but that just lumps you into a collection of other small town kids meaning the stories would seem clique and worn out. There really isn't all that much to do in a small town but to talk about it. Surprisingly it took me 21 years to figure that out.

Small towns you can always recognize a smiling face and there is always someone to to lend a helping hand. The big town might provide a challenge. 10 more weeks until I am free of the trapped university life. I need a direction or something, venturing outside of my comfort zone.

Currently I'm in college. Doing the stereotypical thing by waking up, going to class, going to a club here and there, nothing could feel so dull than routine. I need some goal to work toward so everything seems attainable or even something worth being excited over. Everyone deserves some struggle in their life to find what matters to them. Right now the waiting period is the worst.