Taking Time Off

Two years ago, I wore a long white gown with a matching cap and I walked across the same stage as two hundred of my peers after thirteen long years with some of them. Mostly, I was excited to never have to wake up for school again. I was excited to get away from teachers, homework, tests, and hall passes. I thought the freedom would be great. At the time, I had no idea what my personal freedom would look like. That's right, I graduated undecided and, now, two years later, I still am. I told everyone I would take a year off and figure out what I wanted to go to school for. I decided I would wait and save up money and then go to school. I thought I could spend my twenties growing