It's like coming home

Someone said "postsecondary education" to me today. It frightened me. I'm not old enough to go to postsecondary education. I am not old enough to leave home. I have left home. I live at camp now. It is a terrifying concept, realizing that you've grown up and are old enough to leave the place you've spent your whole life at, up to this point. In the past, I always thought the people who've graduated were so mature and grown up. Being here now, I have no idea why. Growing up scares me. At the same time, I am extremely excited for the rest of my life, for going to Bethany, and traveling, and who knows what else after that. But, this little town that I grew up in will always draw me back. In a way, I don't know if I'll ever really leave it.