Ah, July. It seems that my summer of limbo is passing by so fast.
Only two weeks ago I was running around Charleston with four of my friends in celebration of our new-found freedom. Now I sit at home every day and prepare.
Prepare for what, exactly? In less than two months I will be arriving on a college campus with (almost) everything I own in tow. Slowly, my living room accumulates more and more stuff. The imminence of college lies heavy on my house.
Not to say that this is a particularly somber time…I am very excited. It’s just knowing that I will soon be experiencing entirely new and different things that makes me restless and anxious for it.
But I feel mostly that I’m preparing to leave. My father and I finally have some time to spend together and I am reminded of how well we get along and how much I am going to miss our sarcastic repartees across the dinner table that drive my mother to roll her eyes and groan her displeasure.
For some reason I don’t feel I can communicate all of these feelings effectively. They all come out so flat and the words get all jumbled up somewhere in between my brain and my fingers. None of it is transferring well here. It must be connected to this recent dry spell in my writing, but nobody wants to hear about that.
I have to be ambitious. Words don’t write themselves.
You can tell it’s getting rather late and my mind is wandering this way and that, seamlessly flowing from one thought to the next.
I should probably stop now. Hehe.
No comments:
Post a Comment