In approximately 13 days, I will be an active senior at Sarah Lawrence College. I will squeeze the life out of these last 13 days with a morbid conviction–because, in some small way, I feel as if THIS is the last summer of my childhood.
This is a silly feeling. I am aware of that. In some ways, I ceased being a child a long time ago… And in other ways, I will eternally remain that oh-so-curious, oh-so-awkward barefoot-girl that still resides just under my young adult skin.
But in 13 days, a tiny part of me will pass on to make room for something different. So I am teeter-tawtering on the quake-prone precipice of “the real world.”
I’ve always hated that term “the real world.” As if adulthood is some all-encompassing doldrum that attacks everybody at the same time, in the same way. Everybody experiences a different reality. Everybody subscribes to a separate world.
So I think I’m going to look at the real world as an adventure. While I’m currently dying for something stable to clasp onto, I know that far too soon I will be dreaming of my youthful days when the whole-wide-world was at my eager, barefoot feet.
So I’ll cherish the storms. Roar at the beating tsunamis. Offer myself up to the chaos…
and…so hows it been?