I feel it is only fair to warn you with the following disclaimer. I know most of my posts are from a windowed perspective, on topics that may actually matter, even if my opinions on them don't. Tonight's blog is extremely first-hand: personal. If you're not up for a venting rant session, skip on to the next blog. My apologies to you, my anonymous reader.
I miss the friends who used to sit on my porch swing with me and talk... about absolutely nothing at all. The friends who used to drink juice boxes with me... when we were 18. I miss drawing on the driveway with chalk instead of doing an AP Honors English project. I miss my friends.
Now that the summer has ended I've returned home from the modern-day "wilderness." The degree is on hold for a while so I can move back to the old homestead and take care of some ailing family members. I guess the realization that everybody else still has life as usual just sank in.
I was in a black hole for three months, a bubble-world where no information went in or out and wherever I was became the center of the universe. Now I emerge from my summer diversion to find that the world has not been on pause. Things have changed. Sure, there are the obvious signs that time has passed; the flowers in the window are blooming, the lawn is a little browner, but there are other changes that I was not fully prepared to take on. One of my best friends during high school got married last month. MARRIED. I'm off teaching kids what a tree looks like and my friends are off having real lives. ADULT lives. People graduated college, moved out of the state, out of the country, joined armed forces, got married, had babies... and I'm here. Don't get me wrong, I love my job. I wish it were year-round so I could be there forever.
