recovery
I think I'm slowly recovering. Although, I feel myself slipping into nostalgia as each hour crawls by.
Sometimes, I get a vague sense that something grand has just past, and I'm left in the wake of it all. I can't shake feelings of melancholy. I feel very strange and uninspired. Also, I don't think I'm ready for summer to be over. Soon, it's not going to be acceptable to sleep past midnight and wake up after 10:00 pm. I'm going to miss my morning routine, and waking up to the sound of my mom washing clothes. I'm going to miss my room, and my bed. The daily comforts will be denied to me... how will I go on without them? I feel a little lost, just thinking about it all.
A curious feeling, I'm experiencing at the moment. Trying to deal with the aftermath of of one event and preparing myself for the passing of another is just strange.