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Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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What to do...Where to go...

So you turn 18, finish school, and you have to choose a path. Gap year? Study?

If you study, what course do you take? BA? BBA? BCom? and after one year, you must choose majors. English? Communications? Psychology? History?

Then, once that's done, you must choose another path.

Find an internship? Find a job? What job do you want? Do you even know what you want to do? Did you ever know what you wanted to do? [Other than when you were 5 of course]

Do you go overseas? Where do you go? How long do you go for? What do you do when you get there?

Do you stay here and get a job and earn money before you get your travel boots on?

You need a CV. What do you put on? Which jobs are the ones they need to know about?

Does the high school part time shop assistant job count for anything?

Then I get told not to worry... these are regular feelings for a 20something year old...... Am I being silly? Do regular people not worry about these things? Am I completely confused? Over reacting?Under reacting? Overwhelmed?[that's last one's a given!]

It seems like I'm in such a rush for independence but I don't feel right living off my parents... so the 21 year old must make some decisions....

Hoping a path will find me,

Wishing to be a gypsey,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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a year has gone...

About a year ago my parents and little sister imigrated from South Africa to Australia.

Doesn't sound like too big a deal...

But when you've lived at home your whole life and are used to having your family around all the time, it is.

It was all an idea, nothing 100%, until all of a sudden...
Everything got packed up [not everything, but the things that make a house a home... pictures, funny memorabilia, general things you're used to having around] and they were gone.

I guess we were lucky to be left with the house and similar set up, so it didn't seem like it'd be too big a change... but everything changed. Even the smell of the house.

At first it was hard... cried a lot. Hated the change. Regretted not going with.

But slowly, as I saw how strong my foundation was back here. The friends were there, they were strong, and as much as I felt that I was leaning on them, they told me I wasn't... it helped...

It's probably been the best [I've had to grow up] and the worst [I'm scared my little sis has changed beyond recognition] thing for me... for us.

After a year of not seeing my Pops, he came home [for a week] and it was amazing and a little wierd at the same time. You get used to doing whatever, you know?

And now, after exactly a year of not seeing my Mamma and little sister, they're coming home.

I'm so excited that I don't know what to do with my self. Yet so scared. I'm either gonna hold up and be extatic or melt down completely... a little puddle of R on the airport floor...

Hoping the sleeps go quickly,

Dreaming of Daisy Fields...

R

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