Mini-Adventure With my Dad

So my dad and I suddenly decided at 11:45 pm last night, to go on a long drive. Not only was it uncanny and impulsive, but it was also kinda dangerous. There was a mini-thunderstorm, and we had absolutely no way of knowing whether the rains would rage harder or if they would let up. The current transformer in our block was giving out sparks too! Of course, none of this was considered when we decided to go with our impulse. And it's sorta scary too, when I think about it, that the real reason I didn't consider any of this until right now is that I knew I was going out with my dad, and I felt safe. The darkness, the harsh winds, the pouring rains, and the sparking transformers - none of them posed a real threat at the time, because I knew I had my father for company, and that I would be taken care of, no matter what happened.

And then it hit me. This is most probably my last year staying with my parents, 'cause I'm gonna have to move out for college and further education. I'm going to miss these small adventures then. I'm going to terribly miss all the fun in little things like going out on drives, sneaking out with my dad, going on morning runs, or even the simplest stuff like watching TV or eating with my parents. What's even scarier is that I don't know how to feel about this! Should I be excited for finally learning what 'adulting' really is, or should I be scared about it? It's a weird mix of all sorts of feelings right now, including nostalgia!

And what's completely lost on me is, how in the goddamn world am I feeling nostalgic for something that hasn't even happened yet?!