1 year of college complete

I grew up with a family that was very…protective…of what I was exposed to as a child and very careful of how much of the world I experienced. I hold no bitter feelings toward this. They were just protecting me.
I moved away to attend college last august. My first year is complete and, man, was it an eye opener. Now I want to be clear that it isn’t just the “bad” things one experiences in college that I’ve observed. No, I am discovering that for 18 years of my life, I was told who I was. But upon further inspection, I’m learning I have no idea WHO I am. Artist? Musician? Friend? Loved one? I still don’t know, but I DO know this: I have the next 3 years to find out. I look forward to discovering who I am for once in my life. No guidelines. No limitations. No one is deciding what I can and cannot do. This is my time to figure out life.In the words of Gandalf the Grey, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.”

Emily, out.