Lost in the Right Direction: Part 7
High school and Freshman year of college is such a weird time. You feel kind of like an adult, but you're not. You feel kind of like a kid, but you're not. The world is asking big questions of you like: what are you doing with your life? What will you study to be someone when you grow up? But is also asking you to still hold on to your youthful glow. It's a period of limbo. Especially right after you graduate. You are on the precipice of college and more responsibilities.
I have always had a horrible time with change. I remember, despite going just down the road for college, that I wailed. I just couldn't believe that I was entering a new era of my life. How the hell did I get here? It wasn't that I felt that life was bad, I just so wanted to hold on to the moments that I had now.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that's never really changed. I've always tried to savor the moments.
A few of you have asked if this is true. And it's 100% true. Even this part of the story. Seriously. Since this weekend marks the end of the State Fair of Texas (and my first time missing it in forever) I bring you part 7 of this story.
“I know,” he answers. “This is what the corps does to you. I never have time to eat.”
“You know I had to!” he pulls on a hat and we head back to the car to the fair.
We start chatting about how nice the weather is, how tough school is, and how much we miss summer. The radio is turned down low and we start talking about music. That's one thing we always seem to go back to, our musical taste. Luckily, ours is very similar.
“What's that one song from the movie Say Anything?” I ask. This song has been stuck in my head for a while and I can't place it. We watched the movie that night before he left.
We are both silent, our brows furrowed.
“Peter Gabriel!” I exclaim after a minute, relieved that I remembered.
“Nice! Maybe that will be good luck for me to win you something at the fair.”
“Oh no, I am winning myself something,” I retort.