It's getting to the point where I'm no fun anymore. I am sorry.

Jul 19, 2005 23:52

I didn't know there would be bats. Nor did I know that despite my rough week, I'd end the night actually feeling alright with the way of things, even hopeful in a strange, resigned kind of way. I think I was just in the need of a good jog.

You see, it's happening again. My wanderlust is kicking in and I'm feeling discontent. Or, more to the point, I'm feeling displaced. They say you can never go home again, but what they never tell you is it is because home no longer exists. At least it doesn't for me. I'm caught between two places where I live, but as of right now, I can call neither place home. It's tough being a college student, caught oscillating between mock independence and forced dependency. It's a balance I'm struggling with, and I don't know if there's any way for me to come out of this summer with all my relationships still intact.

But tonight I've begun to realize it doesn't matter. Situations arise and sometimes I just have to do what feels right and be okay with that. I know that the important people will still be with me in the end and that's all I really need. No, this summer has not been perfect, nor was it how I really envisioned what will probably be my final summer in Clawson, but I guess it's taught me a thing or two about people and about myself. So thank you for helping me see what's in front of my face that I've been missing. Of all the things I'll miss, I'll most certainly miss the bats and the jogs.
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