Made it back home yesterday without great incident.
The last night on the Cape (Friday) is, understandably, a little melancholy for everyone in the house. Strangely, I wasn’t feeling this malaise, nor had I been much plagued by any looming worries about the upcoming year or even just what I’d do the week that I got back home. I can only guess that this was so because, in effect, I wasn’t going back to the place I came from (bringing to mind an old Semisonic song,) but rather I still had three weeks of demi-vacation left before school.
I’ll be trying to sort out the pretty ridiculous stack of packed-up boxes remaining from 1) my return home in May and 2) the stuff I shipped from D.C., and, if I concentrate, I can summon up some fears about navigating GQ through auditions and a first semester under new leadership. But I can’t get too worked up about any of it right now – I enjoy organizing things, and I’m really not that worried about GQ or even classes for the fall semester. I feel, for once in my life, that I’m really just living in the “now” without burdening myself with troubles about which I can do nothing right now.
Though, it must be said that it’s a whole lot nicer to be in the “now” while in Dennisport rather than experiencing the present offered by…Bloomsburg. Hey, at least I can read 30 Seconds again!
