Long story incredibly short, I never "went off to college" or had those kind of experiences, since my dumbass decided to get engaged right out of high school in a long relationship lasting 6 years total. When that fell through, I said, "I'm going to be selfish for once (and before I have any real responsibilities again) and just go do it, it's now or never." I packed two roll behind bags and hit a plane.
I've had a blast and really glad I did, but I'm on fumes. I did order a new braves shirt, so I'll be chopping regardless.