I logged into my WordPress account today after two years of inactivity looking to feel excited about blogging again. But since I didn’t really have anything to write about, I thought I’d just pick a random diary entry from around two months ago (context- it was written a week before I went back to college for my antepenultimate semester) and publish it, consequences be damned.
It’s not one of my most cheerful (or structured) entries, sorry about that.
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There’s little more than a week left for college to begin. It has been a week filled (to the brim) with mixed feelings. I’ve never been closer to my future but it does seem so far out of reach. I don’t know if I crave or dread the change.
This is probably because I’ve had too much free time to think and mull things over. Note to self: psychological thrillers are not good summer reads. How these books affect me! Aren’t adults not supposed to be this impressionable? I’ve found myself seeing eye-to-eye with a post-traumatic agoraphobic (The Woman in the Window by A.J. Finn. A fun read, really). I’ve found myself reading about obsessive love disorders and worrying about possibly losing my mind. It sounds so ridiculous.
There are times when I feel completely unsure about everything. Myself, mostly. My future, these relationships I’ve grown to value so much. They’re so fragile. I can’t expect any of them to last. I keep dreaming about my tenth grade classroom. Partly, I think, because that’s the last time I felt secure about my future. Armed with my subject topper medals and my 10 CGPA, there was literally nothing I felt I couldn’t achieve. Your littlest accomplishments can envelope you so completely.
I think I’m digressing though. I had a point.
Oh, whatever.
Amma is worried about me. She’s come up to the terrace, ostensibly to examine the plants and rewash the tablecloth. She just caught a butterfly. I love her to death and beyond.
Ah. My point was- I’ll miss some things about home. And some things I will not.