I’ll be heading back soon. the flight to the mainland means committing to the next few months. another semester - perhaps my last. returning to the mainland means committing to whatever comes next. it’s a little scary and though the summer never seems to end, I wish it lasted longer than it did, if purely for the purpose of biding time.
it takes committing to the flight for me to realise the escape cannot dictate my every day. a frightening few months ahead - decisions and guaranteed chaos. I’ll probably be missing and wishing for lots of things too (a perpetual part of me now it seems). I won’t hold my breath because that’s not safe. the care that comes my way from parents and friends out of concern and love is something I still strive to appreciate more. I hope I won’t forget this.
still not quite sure what I’m doing or where I’m headed. I wonder if there’s any sense to be made of it someday. <<
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