When I left school in July, I hadn't really grown up. I felt like a school leaver. The week I spent on holiday with no parents showed independence, but no more then I'd had before. I was still a girl who'd just left school who didn't really know much about what life was going to throw at her. And then I left for Europe. I met 50 people from all across the world and had my first experience of life. When I came back I wasn't a school leaver anymore, I was a gap year student with a full time job. I still had no idea what life was going to throw at me, but at least I knew it was going to throw something.
And then I went to Ireland. I was pulled right back from from my newfound adulthood and shown the place I spent so much time in when I was a child. Just as I settled into those memories I found myself in Italy with family, where I grew up some more. The week I spent in Wales has almost completed the transition. With family, friends, a job and a plan, I'm ready for the world. I know it will throw something at me, but the summer has shown that there'll be something to help me catch it. This year won't be plain sailing, but it's the start of the rest of my life and I'm ready to make the most of it.
Over and out.
Disclaimer: This ended up being considerably more dramatic then intended. Apologies for deviating slightly from the (less dramatic) truth!