Friday, June 20, 2008

The semester is over.

Although I'm relieved that the burdens of last-minute assignments and essays and long hours of arduous practices are finally but momentarily lifted, I'm sad that the semester is over.

The campus is really quiet now.

The techno music from my neighbour's room comforts me.

The harsh light sneaking under my door when my room in dark comforts me.

The loud talking in the hallway that usually annoys me now comforts me.

The slamming of doors reverberating through the walls comforts me.

But I have something to look forward to. My friends and I will be renting a house together, and drive each other nuts for six fleeting weeks of the winter break. Some work hours will be thrown in; some hours of sleep taken off. It won't be all fun and games. I know that I will have changed my perception of them after the first week, and they too will look at me differently. But that's all in the process of getting to know each other.

Tonight is the last night I will spend in my dorm for this semester. Most of my belongings have already been packed up in boxes, and some of my clothes in a suitcase. There's something strangely depressing about seeing a previously disorganized room now almost empty and clean. The room feels refreshingly spacious now, but it also makes me feel small, alone.

I will miss my room, and it feels almost like it will miss me too, because there's a heavy air of sadness that weighs down on when I'm in it.

I will be fine, so don't worry about me. This is just an emotional phase that I always go through when something good ends, and I will always get over it quicker than I expect to. I do appreciate the thought and concern.

?dael had a question at 3:00 PM