Leah Q. Adult-in-Training

****Disclaimer, I started this blog almost a month ago but I obviously didn’t take the time to finish it until now. Timeliness now being factored in, hopefully the next paragraphs will make a little bit more sense.**** The last two weeks have been this crazy whirlwind kind of experience. My best friend graduated from college and she’s moved out of our apartment. I left for the summer, the first summer where I’ll actually be on my own with no family or, friends to live with. I’m honestly excited and scared shitless by all of these happenings. Seeing Mara graduate was this reality check I wasn’t expecting. It was like this voice in my head kept echoing “Leah your whole life is changing, college is almost over and everyone is leaving.” Dramatic to say the least but, the sentiments are sort of true. I feel like this whole college thing just started, it really doesn’t feel like I left home four years ago. If you’re reading this and rolling your eyes because it’s that cliché “holy shit,

Forgiveness, it’s this word that seems so simplistic. It’s an idea, a concept, something defined as succinctly as the act of forgiving but, what is it truly? There have been instances in my life in the past five years where I’ve had to forgive people but, after todays events I’m almost positive I’ve never actually forgiven them. My coping mechanism is cutting people off, I hate dealing with emotions especially when there are layers of complication intertwined amongst the feelings. Let’s be honest it’s so much easier to shut someone out of your life than to actually talk about what’s bothering you. I guess it’s in this statement I understand the root of my problem. Someone I haven’t spoken to in a long time got back into contact with me this morning. Just seeing their name on the screen of my phone gave me this overwhelming feeling of anxiety, this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The only way to accurately describe it was this sense of impending doom. Exaggerations aside I