Remember.. Remember

So I've been going back to the past late at night,
when I finally get to lay back and think for my own,
not my brothers, my grandmother, nor the maid.

And I've realised how much I actually do love my scouting years,
they were not just said because everyone says so,
but I really do loved those times,
because most of it made me who I am today.

I'm grateful for my disturbingly small, but wonderful circle of friends,
who made me feel as though I have never left,
as though I still am part of their lives,
even though I am not playing a very important role anymore.

Haven't been doing as much of self-reflection and thinking as I have before,
I don't know whether to be thankful,
or worried,
because I don't want to stop growing up.

Anyways, I've received my letter of offer from Deakin today.

I think I've made my decision,
I cannot recall,
but I remember someone telling me,
that everything that happens,
seems to be fate.

Albeit it being uncanny,
and seemingly as though I am pushing blame to the supernatural,
I really really think,
maybe it doesn't really matter anymore.
Maybe this is really where I want to go.

Maybe.

Tell me I haven't stop growing up,
because I want to know,
that how I'm thinking right now,
is the rational thoughts of a young woman,
and not rash decisions made by a teenage girl anymore.