One of the last blogs I wanted to write was one with a class specified topic. After much thought and consideration, it was decided upon that the topic would have to be something we wouldn't otherwise write about. Something out of the norm that challenged us to delve deeper into our thoughts and pull out something that we may not have known was even residing there. As soon as Ms. Lester gave us this idea, I immediately knew what I wanted to write about.
This past summer was the best one of my life...so far. I spent it pushing limits and exploring not only Europe, but more importantly the person I really was. The plan was to spend a month and a half in Europe visiting family and taking some personal time to relax and have fun. I was overwhelmed with excitement because this meant I would be spending two weeks in Greece with my 21 year old cousin. She is the closest thing I have to a sister and I love being around her. We're two of a kind, which naturally worried my dad. We had the same impulsive crazy nature that he always made sure to keep in check. He loosened the reins once we arrived, though. He was busy focusing on having his own fun with my mom, aunt, and uncle.
Sophia and I spent those two weeks in Greece in a blur of parties, restaurants, shopping trips, ice cream, and boys. It was the most amazing time of my life. I barely had time to catch my breath. It was a whirlwind of excitement that made me want to burst with life. There was no period of dullness.
The thing about Greece is that it's notorious for its night life. People go out at 11 and stay out til 5. Sophia was used to this and her parents were immune to protective feelings over her when she went out. My dad...not so much. One of my last nights there, Sophia and I were getting ready to go out to a big club on the nearby island. It was almost midnight when you heard our heels click clacking down the hall almost to the door, when my dad walked out of his room. He took one look at me and said "You're not going out. It's too late." Despite my pleading and begging, he stood strong to his decision. I was beginning to think it was hopeless when a sudden emotion stirred in me.
No! I AM going out. How many times in my life will I say I went out to party in Greece?! I'm not going to waste my time stuck in a house with all this life bustling around me. I was going to be with Sophia and I instantly knew we'd be safe. I glared him straight in the eye and grabbed the key. With one last glance I said "Yes I am. There's nothing you can do about it." and walked out the door.
Naturally, my dad was furious of my defiance for a day or so. When he calmed down, it was as if he was seeing me in a new light. The ordering was gone and was replaced with requests and compromises. I think that was the night that my dad saw I wasn't his little girl anymore. I think it scared him a little because now I could stand up to him. That was also the night I grew up a little. I realized my parents had good intentions, but in the end, no one knew it better then I did so I had to trust myself and my decisions. From then on, the reins have loosened to the point where they're not there anymore and I've dealt with the responsibility very well.
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