On the end of old things and the nerves of new things
Sometimes you bid goodbye to things you used to really like.
(or people)
and although they were good,
they were.
And they are no more.
Things happen, people change, and maybe, I stay the same.
Consistency, I suppose, is key.
**
Another semester has come to an end and, for some reason, today is a day I type. Today is a day I have thoughts, or really, the thoughts have me, tight in their grasp.
Its not common knowledge just yet, but I'll be in Sydney for the majority of the Summer. Exciting and terrifying, and I while I have been feeling alright- suddenly, this evening, I'm nervous. I thought about leaving for weeks without the smell of home, or my tiny hamster, and there was a sudden onset of fear. Mostly because I've never flown anywhere alone before, or been away from everyone I know for that long. Its my first time truly going somewhere, well, solo. I've always yearned for this experience, and yet now that it's just over a week away the hesitation badgers me. Will I be alright? Can I manage on my own? Will I be a complete idiot and end up spending all my money, forgetting I need to survive for 6 weeks?
( I highly doubt the last will be an issue, after all, I'm not that stupid.)
I cannot imagine, suddenly, that I had wanted to go to the U.K. for 3 months. It seems like a dream away, or maybe in reality, I'm a wuss who's too scared of being away from her family because its never happened before. I suppose, though, that there's a time and place for experience, and this is mine. Its going to be the summer of my youth, only if I can exert the necessary effort to make it that way. I have already started buying things (yes, for delivery when I arrive) and have planned a host of activities and places I'd like to hit. A big thing on the list is making sure I get thorough amounts of exercise while I'm there, try to get some good fare, and travel. Its alright if the nights are long and boring and quiet, I can live with a glass of wine and a book.
(I imagine loads of wine, a few books, and Cheese. Plenty of the good stuff.)
I imagine it'll be alright, but I imagine the focus of the next few days will be my attempt to soak in home, before I leave it for the first time.
(or people)
and although they were good,
they were.
And they are no more.
Things happen, people change, and maybe, I stay the same.
Consistency, I suppose, is key.
**
Another semester has come to an end and, for some reason, today is a day I type. Today is a day I have thoughts, or really, the thoughts have me, tight in their grasp.
Its not common knowledge just yet, but I'll be in Sydney for the majority of the Summer. Exciting and terrifying, and I while I have been feeling alright- suddenly, this evening, I'm nervous. I thought about leaving for weeks without the smell of home, or my tiny hamster, and there was a sudden onset of fear. Mostly because I've never flown anywhere alone before, or been away from everyone I know for that long. Its my first time truly going somewhere, well, solo. I've always yearned for this experience, and yet now that it's just over a week away the hesitation badgers me. Will I be alright? Can I manage on my own? Will I be a complete idiot and end up spending all my money, forgetting I need to survive for 6 weeks?
( I highly doubt the last will be an issue, after all, I'm not that stupid.)
I cannot imagine, suddenly, that I had wanted to go to the U.K. for 3 months. It seems like a dream away, or maybe in reality, I'm a wuss who's too scared of being away from her family because its never happened before. I suppose, though, that there's a time and place for experience, and this is mine. Its going to be the summer of my youth, only if I can exert the necessary effort to make it that way. I have already started buying things (yes, for delivery when I arrive) and have planned a host of activities and places I'd like to hit. A big thing on the list is making sure I get thorough amounts of exercise while I'm there, try to get some good fare, and travel. Its alright if the nights are long and boring and quiet, I can live with a glass of wine and a book.
(I imagine loads of wine, a few books, and Cheese. Plenty of the good stuff.)
I imagine it'll be alright, but I imagine the focus of the next few days will be my attempt to soak in home, before I leave it for the first time.
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