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It is the night before I head back to New York for the start of another school year. This makes me somewhat sad and nostalgic and homesick already.
It marks the passing of yet another year that creeps steadily closer to Adulthood, Responsibility, and Dealing With Evil Logistic-dom. Yes, I'm in a depressing mood, and no I'm not saying adulthood doesn't have its perks, but at times when I leave home, I always feel kind of morose. I blame this on the fact that we have extra padding in our carpeting, and also because NYC is such a drastic change from my parents' house.
It starts with me missing the little, everyday things like how clean it is, home-cooked meals, green grass, the quiet. And then I start to realize exactly how relaxing it is here compared to the hustle-bustle of NYC and of all my commitments there. That realization leads to a frantic increase in anxiety, in which I realize exactly how lost I am in trying to develop a path for my future. This, in turn, incites a nostalgic yearning for childhood, in which the worst thing that could happen is that your favorite stuffed animal is in the wash. Oh, the days of such simple contentment, in which the biggest worry was not wetting the bed!
It marks the passing of yet another year that creeps steadily closer to Adulthood, Responsibility, and Dealing With Evil Logistic-dom. Yes, I'm in a depressing mood, and no I'm not saying adulthood doesn't have its perks, but at times when I leave home, I always feel kind of morose. I blame this on the fact that we have extra padding in our carpeting, and also because NYC is such a drastic change from my parents' house.
It starts with me missing the little, everyday things like how clean it is, home-cooked meals, green grass, the quiet. And then I start to realize exactly how relaxing it is here compared to the hustle-bustle of NYC and of all my commitments there. That realization leads to a frantic increase in anxiety, in which I realize exactly how lost I am in trying to develop a path for my future. This, in turn, incites a nostalgic yearning for childhood, in which the worst thing that could happen is that your favorite stuffed animal is in the wash. Oh, the days of such simple contentment, in which the biggest worry was not wetting the bed!