Dear Blog: Freedumb!

So, one of the things I want to do besides stating things that interest me is documenting events occurring around my life. Were I lose my memory, I can return to this for reference and what not.

Let me see: This morning I had cake and milk because who doesn't.

LAWLS! Just kidding like I'm actually going to write down that.

I am just excited that I'm returning to Georgia for college in let's say less than two weeks and sir, I have never missed independence so much.

I am an only child and Asian. Two things that prove everything about my life. My parents over-nourish me with love and FBI protection. If I step out of the house, I feel like they know because their spidey senses are tingling. Something like that. I understand their worry for me. Heck, I'm probably going to do the same thing with my kids because admit it, we are going to end up in some way or form like our parents, which may be a good thing or bad thing. (Pray that the reader of my blog is not a serial killer right meow).

But since I still want to be a kid a little longer before I "grow up," I have the right to anguish for independence. My parents sending me to an out-of-state college has given me the sweet taste of independence, but I don't want to go back to my high school days of being buried in work and no contact with my so-called friends.

When we go to college, I often imagine students being homesick and what not, but for me, I am oddly okay with that. I guess this is the only-child syndrome, where independence is like our heroin. Strangely, independence from my parents was more of like a "woah" moment. It did not scare me the slightest bit.

Maybe, I languish for independence because I lack friends in New York and I have more "friends" in Georgia. But, I have always doubted what the real definition of friendship was. [That will be my future blog] My high school friends were more of a person who I see daily and ask them for work when I was absent for a day. I go home and never see them until the next morning. But, in college, I actually get to see them daily, eat with them daily, study with them daily, volunteer with them daily, work out with them daily. I feel more connected to them. However, for some reason, there is still this sense of doubt. Are they really my friends? Are they using me? Or, am I using them? I don't want to be a user. That's not cool. Then again, what is cool.. smoking and lung cancer? I think not.

Welp, I am drifting from the main topic, so I will end it here. My blog on friends is on my "to be continued list." So for meow, I'm ending the night with bowties are cool.