I don’t know if I’m a little weird, but I actually leave the semester feeling a bit sad. Don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that I’m going back home where food isn’t Subway or a combination of tiny lunches that I decide to label as dinner. Can’t complain, right?
Well, I can’t help but feel this tiny feeling of sadness as I leave Phoenix and head back home. I mean, my home is only an hour away but there’s still a zero to negative five chance that anyone will be seeing me step into Phoenix after being back in the comfort of my home (okay, other than for shopping because my tiny town mall sort of sucks).
I think it isn’t really the place I’ll be missing, it’s the memories and friends I’ll be leaving behind for a month. Humans are creatures of routine, so I won’t be surprised to see I’ll actually be missing that daily life of waking up at ungodly hours to see the people I’ve come to love talking with. Sure, I eat horribly in college and yes, I don’t really know what sleep is most of the time, but there’s just something about it all.
Maybe it’s not just friends I’ll be missing, but also knowing that things won’t ever be the same again. At least, not the exact way things were this semester. Schedules change and people change accordingly. Whether or not I’ll be able to hang out with everyone as often will be left for the universe to decide.
But as we all know, change has gotta happen. At least if you want to graduate and, I can’t speak for everyone, but I’m pretty damn sure I’m ready to get the heck out of the soul-sucking institution we call college. Then again, having to be an adult and knowing what the heck you’re supposed to be already doesn’t sound that appealing either.
I just can’t win, can I?
Nonetheless, knowing myself, I’ll probably be a week into winter break and realize that home is actually completely awesome and school can go die in a hole, but it doesn’t change that tiny peck of sadness for when I first leave.
It’ll happen again and again for me, I know it, and if it does for you too well I guess we just gotta get used to it. It’s part of life and at some point we have to realize that’s okay. We’ll always miss the routines we learned to love but as the corny saying goes, we’re moving forward to better things (at least I think it goes something like that).