Exit Outside World

Aug 15, 2006 23:02

As I removed myself from the superheated interior of McFarlane Hall at the University of Brockport, I couldn't help but wonder, and simultaneously fear, if it would be for the last time. For one month out of the year I get microscopic taste of living away from home. Wash my laundry, clean my room, do my laundry, and finishing homework early without anyone to force my hand.

See, I never wanted to grow up. I wanted to be young forever. My pleasantly relaxed childhood being the major culprit. The whole idea of getting old just never appealed to me like it does to some. Frustration of becoming an adult was scary. Finding a job, paying bills, starting relationships, buying a television, having kids, ending relationships and so on. Frankly, it's still rather vauge and ominous.

Regardless, I turned around for one last look at my temporary home, and I remembered the time I spent there. One month a year for four years. Good times have been had. It's alright if I never do go back. I've made a mark. took a deep breath of the dry summer air emanating from the brick and concrete. I start walking toward the larger red SUV waiting in the parking lot. Waiting to take me home.
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