| | I can't sleep, for the summer has overtaken me!
Perhaps it's the premature retail ushering-in of the fall season at the LOFT (All this "it's still summer!" cognitive dissonance has resulted in a new passion for sweaters.) Maybe it's the overwhelming changes that have happened this summer. Mostly--and here's where I stop guessing--it's the realization that, hey, day ain't over yet. Only more unpredictability is ahead here.
So here's my comfort--I'm going to be leaving on a trip that will take me many steps closer to fufilling my potential as a scholar and simply as a dynamic human being. Before that happens, my brother and my sister and the majority of my friends will be taking similar steps towards wherever the rest of their lives will lead--and I get to help them do it...and think back while I do so.
So...summer. I began by commencing (I still don't have the pictures up, gahh!), speaking at PGSIS's orientation--the program that has been done for nearly a month, fishing at Buck's farm, reuniting with the YAG crew and getting engaged to share my birthday. I made some new friends along the way, some a little friendlier than others, and many of whom I am trying to prepare to leave behind without feeling too much regret. I learned that I can't really wind film to save my life, that just because you've been honest doesn't mean you're free from a few consequences, and that the Cat Empire is the definition of danceable. I also found that my friends have stood the test of time, and reunions may happen in seconds or a text message here and there; this is encouraging. I've learned the value of reapplying sunscreen, the best way to pack crayons in a backpack, and the cost of shipping a CD across the state (hint: more than what I paid in postage.) Many movies have been watched, and many books have been halfway read. Harry Potter is all done. Lisandro and Isabella are back home. Speeches have been given and received. A few words stand out: Smorgasbord "The delegate from Pennsylvania..." Conshahocken. "We pick--sometimes--you pick!" "Well, it was cancer." "Life is just a state of mind." It's just too much to explain.
The point is, I'm a little scared now, but I'm more afraid of forgetting my purpose once I'm away from home. I have a hard enough time as it is keeping focused here--and I can't forget my plan to live deliberately. While that includes bed right now, in the future I hope it includes an ability to weather these changes without the shelters of home as I know it--because it won't always be around. Some might argue I'm about to leave it behind forever. So let us go then, "for after we start we never lie by again." Ya basta! It's time.
Just three more weeks until...well, I don't know.
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| | Posted 8/23/2007 3:00 AM - 1 comments
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