why do you leave these stories unfinished...
I'm leaving on Sunday. You can't count today because it's more than half over, and you can't count Sunday because that's the day I leave. Ergo, Thursday, Friday, Saturday...Three Days Left in Hamden, Connecticut. I am very anxious to leave...very, very ready to pack up and go. In a lot of ways, I wish I were leaving sooner or that I had left already. It's not that I want to get away from my family so badly...not at all- I know I'm going to miss them a lot. It's not that Hamden's so bad...though it is pretty miserable and boring, especially when compared with Cambridge. My friends are almost all gone, now, and that has a lot to do with it. Nobody is around. For the past few days, my typical night involves driving around to run errands with my parents and then sitting in my room trying to get packing accomplished while talking to various people online. It's time for me to go...I'm finally ready. Emotionally, I feel as if I've reached that stage where I can leave Hamden with no regrets and no qualms...It's time for college to start, time for the next chapter of my life, to grow and learn more about myself...To get on with my life.
Granted, there are problems with leaving. The goodbyes. The tensions about keeping friendships alive...keeping the lines of communication open even when there's such a great distance between us all...And, I dunno, yeah, it's gonna be tough...but we're ready. It's time to be independent. It's time to be honest. It's time to live life for the sake of living life...
I had a very strange feeling of deja vu in the shower just a few minutes ago. It reminded me of being a young boy in my old house on Canterbury Way and the bathroom I used to have there. It was almost a feeling of being too big for something...like a pair of pajamas that you've outgrown or a bed that's become too small. It reminded me of how I felt right before we moved out of that house. It was sad to leave behind all of my childhood memories, but I had reconciled everything and was finally ready to go. Nearly everything is reconciled, now. The loose strings have been tied together. It is time to move on. It's time to leave.
Sorry if I'm in such a weird mood...leaving/preparing to leave can do some strange things to your head...
Granted, there are problems with leaving. The goodbyes. The tensions about keeping friendships alive...keeping the lines of communication open even when there's such a great distance between us all...And, I dunno, yeah, it's gonna be tough...but we're ready. It's time to be independent. It's time to be honest. It's time to live life for the sake of living life...
I had a very strange feeling of deja vu in the shower just a few minutes ago. It reminded me of being a young boy in my old house on Canterbury Way and the bathroom I used to have there. It was almost a feeling of being too big for something...like a pair of pajamas that you've outgrown or a bed that's become too small. It reminded me of how I felt right before we moved out of that house. It was sad to leave behind all of my childhood memories, but I had reconciled everything and was finally ready to go. Nearly everything is reconciled, now. The loose strings have been tied together. It is time to move on. It's time to leave.
Sorry if I'm in such a weird mood...leaving/preparing to leave can do some strange things to your head...