As Summer Draws Toward Its End
Although I’d vaguely understood the notion in my mind for a while now, today is the first day that it has come alive to me as an actual, conscious realization. This distinct awareness, no doubt, is due in a large part to the rather major events I have coming up for me this week.
Significant fact number one: I start my first day of work tomorrow.
Important occurrence number two: I move in to my dorm room this Friday.
Which brings me here to this living, indisputable conclusion: my leisurely summer days are coming to a close.
I feel like I am altogether ready and still very much unprepared. Part of me wants to protest, “I’m not yet done!” There are letters to write even now, friends to meet up with for one last get together. The sheer amount of cleaning I have yet to finish continues to loom over me ominously. I have books I still want to read and, oh, good grief, books; acquiring the necessary textbooks for my classes is still a (very slow) work in progress. But, at the same time, I think I may burst if I have to wait any longer. It’s been forever since I’ve worked at a job. I want to hurry up and meet everyone already — my new roomie, the SMC staff I’ll be apart of, my PA, all the girls that will be on our floor. My dear friends, ohhhh, how beyond excited I am to finally see them again.
The changing of seasons always seems to be like this, more or less. Ahhh, summertime. I’ll miss your days of ease and open-ended possibility.
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