can my questions be answered?

i'm not sad or anything. not even that emotional, really. i'm just... uncertain. indefinite. indeterminate. i know what's coming next. but i don't know what's coming next. for example. what is certain: i take my little sister to college tomorrow. what is not certain: will she love it? will she adapt? will she learn? will she become the person i know she can be? this is my sister we're talking about. my only sibling. i want what is best for her, no matter what. it is almost as if i want to make all of the mistakes and tell her how to avoid them. however, i know that isn't how life is supposed to be.

also, what is definite: i am moving to college in 2 days. what is not definite: will i fit there? will i find myself there? if not, where do i go from there? do i take 4 years to go nowhere and look back in retrospect wondering if i had gone elsewhere would i be better off? what if my dreams aren't what they seem? is journalism really speaking to me, predicting greatness and promising happiness? or will i be another adult lost in a career instead of lifestyle, sitting in a cubicle, counting the days to retirement?

i want the one life i have to mean something.