growing up (part I of many)

The title of this post is laughable, at least for me it is. I am 21 years old. I look every bit of 21, I act every bit of 21 (or at least I like to think so) however, I think like a 10 year old.

I still find joy (probably too much) in swinging on swings at the park for HOURS with my best friend. I still love drawing with chalk and yes, my mom still buys me a box of it every spring. I still think it's absolutely acceptable to paint my nails blue. I'll always love these things.

However, I have to realize I am growing up. I still find myself repeating the phrase "when I grow up..." I'm constantly finding excuses to stay in college. My most recent? Law school. Who in their right mind chooses to go to law school just so they can stay "young"?! That dream will probably be short lived, similar to "I'll get a tattoo" idea...

My first big realization of "growing up" came when I found out I got my dream internship in Chicago. This summer, I will be moving to Chicago for a short eight weeks to work at an amazing advertising agency. I am excited, don't get me wrong. But I am terrified. This will be the first summer where I can't be a kid, lay out and eat Popsicles all day and spend nights watching cars drive by at the Dairy Queen with my best friend.

Maybe I am freaking out a little too much. Actually, I'm notorious for freaking out too much. Regardless, I am growing up. And I am terrified.