The day after tomorrow
So tomorrow is my last day of winter vacation. Weird isn't it? This break has passed by in a flash and I cannot believe that I am already at its conclusion. What's more, this wasn't a short break, I have been home for a long time all things considered, and so it is strange that it should feel like I have spent such a short time here.
In early post I have already reflected on the fact that the whole christmas season passed by in a bit of a blur, and sitting here I can't completely recall what I did during the first week or two of break. It was all so jam packed that I can bring up flashes of images if I try really hard, such as those of christmas eve and other events that littered the beginning of this reprieve from my life, but it is all like a dream to me right now.
I was just on my facebook profile and my picture is from when I went down to get headshots done and see David in early December, which was such a magical trip-being in New York during Christmas time and all- and that trip feels like it happened last weekend, but it happened a month ago. At the same time, it feels like it has been an infinite since I have seen David, so oddly it simultaneously feels like no time has passed and an infinite have passed.
The concept of the passage of time is a strange concept to grasp, and I'm not sure if anyone truly can in all its greatness. I for one am a person who can never appreciate the experiences that I live until after they have passed. It is a depressing thought if you think about it, but I stand by it. THe best example is every summer I have experienced since entering college has sucked in one way or another (the only possible standing exception being last summer). Yet I would not trade anything for the experiences that I held during those times. They were hard, they sucked, I was unhappy and I grew and became more mature and stronger as an individual and learned important things about myself.
I have a lot of feelings flowing through me right now and I am trying to sort them out through the standard stream of consciousness that is my blog, but I don't think that they are serving me at this time. The long and short of it all is this break has been fantastic, I have loved every moment of it, and think that I have soaked it up for all it had to offer. It is time for me to go back, I recognize that, and this is not only deteremined by my school starting up, but also by some greater power. I love being home because it is so easy to be home, but now it is time for me to return to my life, to the problems and amazing challenges that it presents that shape who I am and allow me to grow. And for that I am excited.
I am really blessed to have such an image of home as I do. I love coming home, love staying for as long as I can, and above all it recharges me. I am a hgappier person right now and no longer think I am capable of homocide as I did at the end of the semester. actually, now that I think about it, I'm kind of stoked for next semester, and to be back at school. Wow, that's the first time that I have felt that way in a long time. I'm ready to be back at Emerson. It is good to come to that at the end of this long break.
One more semester. It is ahrd to believe that I am already about to end my life in undergraduate academic learning. The past four years have passed in as fast a whirl as this last winter break. As I grow older all I find is that time passes faster (except for during those summer months when all I want is for fall to come).
I had nothing specific to say when I started this entry, and I still don't after vomiting all the thoughts I currently have running through my brain. I will be really sad to leave home on sunday morning, I will be frustrated to get ready to leave all day tomorrow, and I can't believe it was 77 degrees here and sunny today and 3 degrees in Boston. But, c'est la vie.
One more semester, I plan to make it count.
Ps, where are all the book recommendations?
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