The last summer!
My mom said she thought this picture of me was symbolic of my life. If I ascend the stairs, surely something greater than what I have now is waiting. Training. Education. Structure. Meaningful contributions. The things expected of an adult. Or I can go my own way by jumping out the window into the sunlight! I don't know where I'd land, or even where I would want to land... Ok so she didn't exactly say that, but she gave me the idea! I realized today that this is sort of my last summer before I grow up. I'll be in grad school next summer, and after that I'll hopefully have a 'real job' where you don't get summers off. Am I happy about that? I don't know. It's inevitable. But a big part of me...or maybe it's just a very vocal part doesn't want to leave this foot-loose and fancy free stage of life behind. Another part knows I cannot get where I want to go by keeping things just the way they are. No...