Change. It's in the air and it's not even autumn yet but rather the end of yet another school year. As someone who has been going to school for over thirteen years, I am used to the business that generally is the month of May. It's funny how sometimes the fact that things are constantly changing is the only thing that fails to change.

I've officially finished my freshman year of college and I'm about to enter the world of adulthood one step further. See, I always joke that your freshman year, if you move away that is, is just a precursor to actual adulthood. It's the in-between and that can be both exhilarating and stifling, often at the same time.

I have always been a fairly independent, strong-willed person so I have been excited to live on my own for a while. Through the past nine months, I have got a taste of that by living in a new city with a new job and going to school but I was still quite sheltered because I lived on campus.

I do still think that living in the dorms is something that most college kids should experience at least once in their life. That being said, I am definitely ready to move out on my own and really start to do this adulting thing.

I would be lying if I told you that I wasn't scared, that I thought I had it all figured out, and that it was no big deal. But in reality, I am scared but I think that a certain level of fear is okay sometimes.

This isn't a level of fear that is overwhelming and paralyzing but rather a level that says "Hey make sure you have your shit together because you actually have things on the line". I wish I could say that I have it all figured out but honestly, that's just not the case.

And I think if any nineteen-year-old ever told you that they had everything figured out, they are most certainly very naive or painfully optimistic. In the grand scheme of life, moving into a house of my own for the first time probably won't make the top ten. But for now, this is a quite significant moment in my life.

So rather than getting stressed out and freaking out about all of the things that are changing, I am trying to accept it gracefully. I am aware enough that I need to get certain things done on time in order to be successful.

More than that, I am trying to enjoy these moments because I know all too well that they will be over before I know it. One day I will wish that my struggles were picking a trash service and remembering to send in that form on time.