I'll be graduating in December and then leaving my home for college in Tucson sometime next year and I'm pretty scared. I'm lucky to be insanely close to my parents and siblings and nieces, but it's going to be really hard when I leave them. It's only a 2 hour drive, but it's a lot different than living in the same house or 15 minutes from the people you love. Also, it's scary for me to think of having a job and going to college and keeping up with everything because I have a disease that makes me miss a lot of school and probably work. It's just going to be really hard to take care of myself. Luckily I'll be living with my best friend and maybe her mom and they'll help but still...it's scary to all of a sudden be thrust into the "grown-up" world when you still feel like a kid.
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?