When beginning my sophomore year in Syracuse University, I started thinking about how far I have come and how quickly time has elapsed. It feels like just yesterday I was in the beach with my friends receiving the acceptance email from Syracuse. More than a year has gone by since that event. But even though it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye, it seems like a different person was there to experience those moments and not me. In just a year I have grown so much, and I have to say, I like where this is going. The independence you gain from being so distanced from home is bittersweet, yet incredibly addictive. You feel empowered, and not just by this boring concept of “being a grown-up”, but by the idea of being free to be who you have always aspired to become.
This trail to freedom (if you will) has been marked by an infinite amount of experiences, most of them being funny. Because “being a grown-up” isn’t a synonym to being monotone and serious, but rather synonymous with finding a balance between the free spirit and the overthinker, your angel and your devil, your night life and your work life. Being a grown-up is playing beer pong on your nights off, yet having to work and study during the day. Being a grown up is having to deal with the harsh realities of life while standing up for what you believe in. These chronicles will narrate the story of a young woman who has learned to live her life in the best way that she can possibly think, by just being who she is.