Eighteen is such an interesting age. Literally caught between child and adult. I feel the urge to resist adolescent temptations, the “party and bullshit”, the “ragers” the “getting shitty”. But all is not out of my system, and I am concerned if I abstain from such activities that later in life they will unleash with empowered vigor and I will be the 45 year old mom who gets tattoos and joins a gypsy caravan. Because all I really want to do is wander, wander and return again. Experience, explore, be 18 and not a year older. As long as no harm is done, and things are in a natural and safe environment, all is well and good. I am wanting to grow up fast, I feel older, much older, than I did last year. But I want to press the brakes and embrace the fact that I am a college student, not a grown up. I’ve got all the time in the world to be.