Have you ever listened to a song, one that really meant something to you or evoked a nostalgic moment in your life, and it made things better, even if slightly?
This quarter so far has been simply exhausting. School. Work. School. Work. A bit of sleep in there, just a bit. I know, I know, things could be much worse. Yet, I’m just exhausted. Maybe I just have major senioritis. That’s probably a big part of it, but I feel like I’m totally drained. I got barely any time to go home and recharge my battery over break. The future’s coming sooner than I can get ready to brace it.
I realized this weekend that once you leave home, whether it’s to go to college, to your own apartment, or whatever, it really is the end of that place being your home. Okay, I know that sounds a bit odd, but check this out… Yes, you can return home to visit and stay in your old room. It’s still home to a certain degree. It’s still that place you grew up. The place full of (hopefully) happy memories. But, then you always have to leave and return to what you’re doing at the present stage of your life. Even if you move back home, it’s not exactly that same home you remember. Once you leave, that’s it. That metaphorical sense of who you are leaves with you… forever. No longer will that be the place where you have late night talks with your best friend or stayed up all night finishing your project for AP English. It was that place.
Growing up - how bittersweet.
Tonight, I was so exhausted, drained of almost all my energy, and somewhat frustrated with things around me. Then, a song came on, a song from a time when things were slightly simpler, when the cool, summer nights in the midwest meant infinite possibilities you could look forward to but not have to face just yet. It meant everything you could or would want equalled everything you felt you already had.
