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There is, as always, a bittersweet tang curled in the crannies of the moments of transition. Freshman year of college is done, and so summer comes with the hopes of a job and friends and fun. Yet I leave behind the newest memories and newest friendships to sleep until they may once again bloom in the autumn as the next semester begins. Then, too, shall the tartness of the moment be tasted, for then I leave home – sanctuary — for the other home, that less familiar and less kind.

How I wish there were a way to remedy or combine the two worlds; sometimes I fear I will shatter and become two separate entities to coexist in these two similar but different worlds.


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Second semester begins in one week.

Seven days until I’m busy, busy, busy¬†again.

It’s bittersweet. But bittersweet isn’t innately negative — it kind of tastes nice. Nice to overturn this long break of friends and family to close and fold onto new classes, new experiences, and back to my newfound college life. I must say, I strangely miss my this-cannot-be-any-bigger-than-a-prison-cell dorm room. I worked hard to make it feel like home, and I think it’s even cozier than my (much larger) home bedroom. One thing is for sure — my tiny space feels more workable. I do more writing at that desk than I’ve ever done at my desk here at home.

And I know my diligence and enthusiasm will be short-lived. I accept that. It’s one of the quirks of being a proud and unbending procrastinator. But the upside is that having writing courses helps me avoid the distractions (Facebook, YouTube, Solitaire, Plants vs. Zombies, Endless Google Searches…) and instead actually put my carpal-tunnel-cold fingers to good use. Having credits and consequences acting as an executioner’s axe is always good motivation, no matter the major or field of study.

I cannot help, though, being excited to return to Ithaca College. It has its charms, created from the constellation of its beauty, its faults, its intelligence, and its shortcomings. I miss that charm. Of course, before I get back to that charm, I have to pack, finish reading my John Green book, and sit on a rattling bus for six and a half hours.

Did I mention I’ll also have to hike my shit up giant wintry hills to my residence hall?

Charm always comes with a price. *sigh*

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