A recent conversation with Mojo sparked this somewhat unkind reminder…

Me with some of the pretty people I've met on My Journey!

Almost 2 years ago I landed on British soil for the first time (call me a freshie, or whatever you like – but I wouldnt have had it any other way!) and began my life as a University student.

Now that I think about it, what being a ‘university student’ meant for me is totally different from what it means to the average university student. I mean aside from the fact that Ms.Zindzi is anything but average – I had to make a huuuuge step out of my comfort zone and create a life of my own without a lot of key people (mother, siblings and friends).

For the first time I had to make all my decisions – what clothes to buy, food to eat, where to go, what time to be back in my room etc. Just a lot of little decisions that I really wasn’t making on my own while I lived with my family. – And that’s not a bad thing at all.

I came to realized that the islands were too small for me. I grew up very sheltered and I was and still am very thankful for that era in my life. But I also understood and appreciated the value of no longer being sheltered.

Of course, I now have a lot of responsilities and suffered many consequences and that OKAY. That’s all part of growing up – as scary as it is – but its all part of it.

Anyway…That’s not what I wanted to blog about today.

Some day ago, Mojo and I were chit-chattin’ as per usual and it hit me that I am only months away from completing my 2^nd year at uni and that means that I only have one more year to go…which also means that my UK experiencee is slowly coming to an end.

Am I really ready to pack up and leave yet another place? Will I ever be?

I think one of the most beautiful things about my life is that my family and I have moved around quite a bit. Its made my siblings and I so much smarter, puts us waaaay ahead of our years and makes our mother this even greater person.

But the UK experience was all me. I created all these memories. So am I really ready to pack up and leave? I’m gonna leave so many great people behind….I think the closer time draws the more scared I become. I am really dreading all the decisions I am going to have to make soon…

I need to start planning my next move/step. What am I gonna do when I’m through with uni in 2010?

The older I get the moving becomes so much harder. And at this age, and at this stage in my life, any move means I will have to fund it myself. I mean, I can’t totally eliminate Mom from the decision-making process she’s so smart and I’m always asking her for her help and expertise in certain things. This will definitely be one of those areas.

Oh gosh! Growing up is hard!!!

Don’t you just wish you could go back to you Barbie and Ken days? When Pokemon was the shiiiiiiiiiit? When you got told to go to bed? And got a personal waking up in the morning? When you had breakfast made and waiting on you in the mornings?

…Sigh!

Xoxo, Ms.Zindzi.