Author Nova Ren Suma is celebrating the release of her new novel, 17 & GONE, this week (today, actually!) and has asked any number of her writer friends to share what haunted them at 17 (well, I don’t really know her, as I’m just a big fan of her writing). Be sure to check out her blog to see all the authors taking part in the series.
So, what’s haunted me at 17? Well, for starters, I’m actually 17 right now.
No ghosts or creepy people are haunting me at the moment (that’s why there’s no picture of me here, as I don’t want to encourage any creepy internet stalking). But I think what haunts me now is just the fact that I’ll be going to college next year, and the fact I’m almost an adult. (That last fact really hit home when I registered to vote while getting my learner’s permit. I can vote this November!)
While going to college and living on one’s own might be exciting for some 17-year-olds, it’s the opposite for me. I hate change. I’m going to miss my house where most of my life’s memories reside. I’m going to miss the woods and fields where I escaped to and write and chase butterflies. I’m going to miss my dogs and cat. I’m going to miss my funny little brother. I’m going to miss my loving parents who support me in everything.
I’m basically going to miss everything about where I live, both the good and the bad.
Of course, there are things to look forward to in college (new friends, studying the things I love), but the actual change from home to college is what scares me the most right now. I don’t like the thought of uprooting myself and moving to a strange new location, all while being completely on my own.
I know that my life will never be constant, that it will be full of changes, and that I will adapt to whatever comes my way, but knowing this doesn’t necessarily scare the fear away. I just have to brace myself, be prepared, and be positive no matter what happens.
On the bright side, at least no matter where I go or how old I get, I will always have my laptop, my annoying characters, and the story they’re screaming at me to write.