Two Days and a Morning

Sitting in the solace of my room, I can't help but let my eyes wander the walls that have surrounded me for the past 7 years. Memories begin to flood my mind and I can see my 13-year-old self unpacking what seemed to be an endless amount of boxes, struggling to make this room a means of escape from her new reality. Almost as if someone has hit the fast-forward button of my life, I begin to see the multitude of friends wandering in and out over the years. Some stayed for a while, some left after only a few minutes. The room, however, always stayed the same. But rather than take comfort in this fact, I always longed for the day when the scenery would change and I would be able to feel as if I were on a real adventure. It's almost funny to look back upon the minds of our younger selves and simply reminisce in the ignorance of our thoughts. I longed for an adventure, a means of escape, a story that I could tell people for years to come, yet it has taken me until recently to realize that I have been living that exact adventure. I have lived in places I never dreamed of going, befriended people that have made my life worth while, and learned things I never knew I was capable of comprehending. For so long, I have been waiting to start living the adventure I have always dreamed, when in truth, I have been living it all along. In two days and a morning, the adventure only continues. This is the adventure I have been waiting for, yet now, I am attempting to look upon it as just another chapter to the adventure of my life. Will it be one of the more thrilling chapters? I would definitely like to say yes, but aren't all the chapters supposed to be thrilling? I suppose it all depends on perspective. However, I will admit, this is one chapter that I am definitely ready to begin.