The first semester of college is over
I didn’t take pictures
There is no photo dump coming
But I was there
I lived it
I felt the time fly like wind through my hair
Tangling and howling but tumbling forward
Days turned to weeks
Weeks turned to months
And in the blink of an eye, it was done
I might never see those people again,
With whom I shared so many hushed laughs while listening in class
They’ll get lost in a sea of Instagram followers, liking my pictures when I post them
Thinking to themselves “oh yeah, I remember her”
And I’ll go through that over and over again until I graduate
I’m sad, I’m happy, I’m confused and lost
I won’t have to do statistics again
I will never be able to sleep before midnight
I’m ready to go home and sleep on a mattress that doesn’t ruin my spine
I want to wash my hair with water that actually comes out of the showerhead
I want to eat food that won’t ruin my stomach
I want to remember to eat
I’m grateful for my experience
But I’m choking on the very freedom I was so relieved to have
Maybe my comfort zone is a little too comfortable for me
I should work on that
But I promise I’m okay