to go. When 11 days have passed, whether my exams go badly or whether they go well, regardless of my satisfaction or despair, I will be FREE.

From then on, I can do everything, see everything, feel everything, exploding back into real life, a tumultuous insanity I intend to unchain and become.
There won’t be any responsibilities, there won’t be any restrictions. I am eighteen, I have no job, I have no school, I have no obligations. I have my friends, an open road to Italy, a pile of exciting books to assimilate and a burning anticipation to GO. It feels like we’re arriving at the start line, and are waiting for the gun to be fired until crack! The adrenaline frenzy detonates in a deafening roar of engines and electricity.

I will be, for the first time in my life, truly my own man. I can pass all of these societies age restrictions, I have no timetable to keep and no sensible bed time for the hard days work tomorrow, which will not exist.

It’s not that I want to ‘reinvent’ myself, but I do want to become more than I am and have been. I want to be faster, greater, livelier, crazier. Complete freedom from inhibitions of the past and it’s oppressive structure.

So 11 days. Here we go.