i am going back to school. i am going to college. it's so strange. the past ten months have felt like a blur of different motions rushing past me; each one i cannot fully grasp hold of. but now i am going to school. everything has stopped, stood still and it's right in front of me. september sixth. a week after that i am going to texas for so many shenanigans. it will feel like i've never left. but i will. i have to go apartment hunting in toronto now.
everyone around me is acting like they are grown-ups, whether or not they truly are. marriage, cars, engagements, houses, full-time careers, etc. it's weird how measurements for success or adulthood are completely subjective. in this case, science isn't purely unbiased. i measure my progress by the experiences i have, like many others, which include trips to europe, new york, soon the southern united states, concerts, playing cards for hours on end and moving out to pursue the career i have always wanted; that i have dreamed of since middle school. it may not be columbia and i may not end up at the new york times but it's here. it's really honest to zeus in my fucking lap.
