But before I go on, how about a tangent? The other day I was hanging out with my bff Bentley lol smileyface (that's what teenagers call their friends lately, if you're out of the loop), and it was starting to get late (it was 6 (my bedtime is 4 pm (just kidding, who goes to bed at 4?! Oh, wait, me.) (I actually go to bed at 7). But, seriously, it was getting close to 10, and I was basically staying out until my mom told me to go home, which is our usual routine. My mom ended up calling me around 10:30 to tell me it was late and I should get home. So I said okay and started home. Then I got a second phone call. My mom said nevermind, that I was almost an adult and could set my own curfew. Huh? I can stay out as late as I want? Then I got thinking about it, and she is totally right. A year from now, I'll be in college and can stay up and out as late as I feel like. Most teenagers would find this exhilarating/ empowering/ totally sickkk, but mostly it just scared me a little bit. Like I've said before, I doubt I can be a responsible, independent person who goes to bed at a reasonable hour, much less an adult who goes to school and works and HAS TO FEED HERSELF. Dearest me. I am a grown up. Well, almost. Let's just say I decided to go home anyway, because my mom is smart. Smarter than me.
But, anyway, I got to choose whether or not I went on this little California adventure (unintentional Disney park reference! Ten points for me!), and of course I had to think about it for a little because almost-grown-ups like me typically have lots of homework and productive things to do (ha). But in the end I figured that in a year, besides being an independently operating human being, I will also be poor. Boo! So my prospects of Disneyland in the near future are quite slim. But anyway, I said yes. We went to the beach, Lani and I walked on the beach hand-in-hand and collected pretty shells, and the whole ride home she was so worn out from all the frolicking in the waves that she was completely, drool-running-down-her-face passed out. Watching her sleep soundly with her little princess swimsuit on and a bucket full of shells still in her hands made me miss being little. Seriously, life is so much easier when you're five.
So anyway, we end up at Disneyland the next day. Lani was totally enthralled with the whole place. And the fact that all the workers called her "Princess" as they helped her into her seat didn't hurt, either. I was having a great day riding all the "scary" rides (ie: Splash Mountain, Matterhorn, etc.) with her and then we stopped for dinner later and my day got that much better. I was just walking around Main Street Disney, looking for somewhat affordable food, when my phone started ringing and it went to voicemail. I figured it wasn't that big of a deal, but maybe I should check my voicemail just in case. So I did and it was a call from an NAU admission counselor, telling me THAT I GOT ACCEPTED TO NAU. Now, I know for you future ivy-leaguers, this isn't a huge deal, but for me it is a HUGE deal! I got into a college even with some not-so-great (aka. terrible) SAT scores and average grades. I really am totally excited about this. The more I look into NAU the more it speaks to me... a great music program, small-ish student body, and it snows every once and a while. Which is pretty exciting for someone who grew up in the Phoenix valley of Arizona.
Anyway, so this is exciting and all, but what about Lani? She keeps asking me where my house will be when I move out. And if she can visit. And will I have a cat? And so do I keep going to school. And will I just automatically be a mommy after I move out? And don't even get me started about the questions about graduation. It's a hard concept to explain to a little girl. It's hard to think I will be gone for most of her childhood, and It makes me sad. I don't want to be one of those big sisters who moves out and disappears and only visits on holidays.
But, I guess I can't control that now so I might as well keep moving forward.
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