It’s odd, how the usual comfort that the farewells are just temporary, that I will be returning the next summer, does not seem to accompany my departure this time. That in itself isn’t depressing, but it prompts further thought. Perhaps my subconscious understands that this time I may not be coming back for quite a while, and it is curbing my hopes for fear of damage caused by disappointment. Perhaps I’m no longer truly anchored to this place I call home, and the people that I want to see, to spend time with, may slowly be leaving here. Perhaps I’m finally growing up and realizing there is a whole lot more in the world than the fond reminiscences of my hometown. But none of these musings matter in the grand scheme of life; I’m set on a path, and I’m determined to follow it through. At some point, thoughts begin to impede progress, and that would be a problem. I’m satisfied with what I had accomplished this summer, but there is still much more I wish I had done. Perhaps if I had spent a little more time or put in a little more effort, I would leave in a better shape, but I’m sure I’ll have bigger things to worry about as I rebuild my life in the States. As of right now, before my thoughts become cluttered again, I think I’ll miss this place.
Most people set their New Years resolutions on the first of January. I make mine on the last day of summer. Cheers to a decent year.
Creative Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind 