A girl spending a semester navigating the streets of Europe, living out of a suitcase, and learning all about a little thing called independence. Sounds like a pretty good coming-of-age story to me. But here's the thing—the girl in the story is me. And it's only the beginning.
Are most characters in those coming-of-age stories as scared as I am right now? They always seem so courageous, or at the least, capable. I feel like a 14-year-old—and I'm almost 20. I knew womanhood would catch up to me sooner or later. I guess it's time for me to face the world—as a woman, a strong but oh-so-scared woman.
This is me, standing at the great divide between adolescence and adulthood. This is me, taking a bold step into the unknown.
This is my story.
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