I think that the hardest thing about being in college is being in that middle phase. Where you know you want to get out into the world and do important things, but you’re not quite there yet. You know what you want, but you don’t at the same time, and you question everything you ever thought you knew about yourself. Every time you go back home, you hate it, because you’re growing and changing, but everything back home is staying the same. You want independence, but at the same time, you want to go back to when you were young, and things were so simple. No responsibilities, no real worries. But at the same time, you would never want to go back to those years. You want to move forward, you want to find yourself, you want to grow, make mistakes, fall in love, fall out of it, start all over again… All while you’re hoping you can watch your dreams bloom before they have a chance to crumble.