So if you couldn't tell, you have grown up a whole helluva a lot. You have seen things, you have done things, and you know things.

So just like this book, 

everything must come to an end, and you have to move on from what you were like when you were younger.

Remember when you first walked?

No of course not, because we were too young to even know what we were doing, let alone remember our thought process, but our parents do, most likely have it stamped into their memory, because they felt so proud and they couldn't have been happier.

Remember when you went to school for the first time?

First time away from mommy and daddy, or daddy and daddy, or mommy and mommy. They were your rock, and this was your first time being out their on your own, away from them. You may or may not have made friends, you may not have gotten hurt, you may have slept uncomfortably during nap time, you also may have cried when that one little bitch on the play ground wouldn't let you play with him and his friends.

The first of many.

You grew up in front of everyone eyes, and when you finally walked across that stage, you were preparing yourself for the journey forward, firstly by letting go of high school and the years of hell it may have caused you. The social anxiety, the insecurities about your weight and size, the scared feeling of not passing and the thought's of not being good enough. If you walked across that stage at the end of your senior year, then you were good enough, you were one of the many that were able to let it go and you should be proud of that fact because you won't have to worry anymore about getting up early and getting pissed off by other people just like you: moody teenagers.

Collage is their, fast food restaurants are there, the military and others are there, and anything you feel like putting your mind to is their as well.

Don't be scared, be ready for it.

You can do it.

But with that,

Au revoir.

I am moving and you are too.