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This thing called growing up...

So there's this thing that you just may have heard of called "growing up". Despite the fact that it indicates that you will grow in the motion of upwards (whether that be 'up in the world' metaphorically or just get taller I'll leave you to decide), there are - from what I have experienced myself and through hearing other peoples tales - many ups and downs.

I've been listening, or rather watching, "The Miracle of Swindon Town" today... John Green's commentaries entertain me immensely and it was really interesting to see things from a guys perspective, especially from a particular man that I have immense respect for! He talks a lot about college and his final years in high school, which are what I am currently experiencing. It's so odd to think that he was at the stage I was once at and now he's there just being so incredibly awesome!

I'm going on some University taster days (by taster days I mean one at Oxford. Oxford.) soon - I'm "growing up" and it's incredibly immensely scary. In some ways, I just want to move out and study things and see things - see the world and just live. But I'm also terrified of losing people, of messing up, of making the wrong choices, of things not going the way I thought they would. It's all so unpredictable and it scares me... but it's also so exciting. This "growing up" thing is MADNESS!

TTFN and DFTBA.

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