Let me number them.
1. HOME
Leaving my humble abode is the worst idea ever. I decided to leave home two years ago since college started. When I say 'leave home', it means 'not going home everyday'. Well yes, I always have the chance to go home on holidays and breaks, but but the sad feeling never ceased every time I go back to school. It terrifies me. Because leaving home means separation from my comfort zone.
2. HOME CHURCH
I have always been an active youth at church. Or should I say, I 'have been' an active youth at church. Choosing school away from home meant choosing a life separated from my home church and from my church friends. Well, not permanently, but it is scary.
3. PARENTS
I remember myself wishing for the day that I can do things on my own, without permissions from my parents. But sad to say, I am regretting that wish. Life is tough without their company.
4. HIGH SCHOOL BUDDIES
High School friends are the best gift life can offer. Too sad there is this thing called College and we have to leave them. They say adjustment is the key for not being too sad because of separation from those people whom I share the same understanding with, but I say it isn't. Nothing can replace the happy and sad instances we had shared during high school. It will always be a good memory.
5. COLLEGE FRIENDS
I know it is absurd to have a separation anxiety with college friends because I am still in college. First two years was superb! I want to settle myself with the people I met during my first two years in college who were different, positively different. I experienced a different, leveled-up kind of fun because of them. We learned from each others' circumstances. Everyday without them seemed hard to imagine. But right now, some of us have to separate. Third year in college permits us to split up because of Majoring, where we choose our own fields. I knew this would happen from the start but I never knew it would be upsetting.
There is one thing that reality has taught me: It will never be the same again.
There are people who choose to leave us and there are people who we choose to leave. Either way, being separated isn't an awful thing. It is part of growing up.
