and this life, and work, and choice took far too long...
I'm looking forward to moving back in. My schedule for the next couple of weeks has been turned upside down, and now it feels like I'm racing up an escalator as it ascends. Everything's suddenly racing by. Such is the way summers were meant to end.
Though... I can't help but be nostalgic for nostalgia. The past two summers, going back has been an act of deliberation and poise. I had something holding me, if not to this town, then to this simplified version of life. It feels like there's no sense of connection anymore. Everything I hold dear in this physical space (save for FRUIT TEA, and beverages are not a viable means of designating your world) has moved on without me, or moved elsewhere, or simply fallen in on itself.
I leave Columbia in 34 hours, and it's the potential that the coming year holds that drives me right now.
Sorry. I didn't mean for this post to sound so utterly schmaltzy.
Though... I can't help but be nostalgic for nostalgia. The past two summers, going back has been an act of deliberation and poise. I had something holding me, if not to this town, then to this simplified version of life. It feels like there's no sense of connection anymore. Everything I hold dear in this physical space (save for FRUIT TEA, and beverages are not a viable means of designating your world) has moved on without me, or moved elsewhere, or simply fallen in on itself.
I leave Columbia in 34 hours, and it's the potential that the coming year holds that drives me right now.
Sorry. I didn't mean for this post to sound so utterly schmaltzy.