308 Miles in Between

I am awoken every morning by a light that was turned off the night before. I get dressed, kiss my mom goodbye and leave for school. I come home to her, my sister, and my father. When I close my door to start my homework, I am constantly being disturbed by the opening and closing of all the doors and my mothers high pitched voice screaming across the house for someone to get her water. I am surrounded by chaos.
I have taken an appropriate amount of college courses during my attendance of concurrent enrollment at University of Texas Pan American. I have had the hardest professors that have made me buckle down and give up my weekends so I can study at the school library. I have had all nighters in hopes of getting an A during finals, but when I think of college, it is not the Academics and english professors in cardigans that scare me, It is that 6 hour distance between me and my father's voice telling me its my turn to wash dishes. When I was young, college seemed like an amazing experience filled with big books and freedom, but as the clock ticks down to the final time for me to go, I already find myself homesick.
My mom likes to joke around about how many people attempt to leave the valley but their plans never pan out. Since my freshman year I would stand in the hallways of my school and admire the many acceptance letters of the past seniors who went away to college. Unfortunately, the amount of students that graduated and stayed in that particular area can be counted on one hand. The main reason was family.
As someone who was always deemed the homebody, most people find it hard to believe that I wish to go to college away. I am very close to my family, but I understand the need to venture out. I have always been fond of growth, whether that meant getting taller or expanding my mind and becoming my own person. I know, once I am gone everything will change. I will be alone and scared. The thought of coming back may even cross my mind time from time, but I have to learn to be independant.
With technology nowadays, being everywhere at once is simple. There is email, text messaging, and facetime that all work as forms of communication. Visits back home every other weekend will also help me to transition from being with them everyday to only being with them every once in awhile. It is all a matter of sticking it out and learning to be strong.


Love Always,

The Girl in the Floral Scarf : )

The Girl in the Floral Scarf