As a 21 year old, I am constantly being asked about what I want to do with my life, what I want to do once I graduate, and what companies I want to work for. But at this stage, I really have no idea. And that scares me. It scares me that I’m not longer a child. It scares me that I now to have to truly grow up and take on adult responsibilities. It scares me to see people around me doing well.
Being 21 years old is both terrifying and exciting. It’s about finding yourself but at the same time, not forgetting your roots. It’s about experimenting and making mistakes, but at the same time, not forgetting about the people that have always been there for you.
It is at this stage that the home doesn’t feel like what it used to be. Home is family, it is warmth, and it is comforting. But as I try to balance an internship, two casual jobs and a social life, I realised that my current home becomes more hotel room...distant and temporary, devoid of the familiarity of a well-worn sofa with all the history of my childhood and family life. Interactions with parents and siblings are significantly reduced. Long conversations turns into hi and byes. Pre-loved desired items become out-dates and faded, like worn leather…a living memory, easily replaced.
