Autumn holds many meanings for me. I grew up in either northern Vermont or New Hampshire, so with the end of summer came the lengthening of nights, the turning of leaves, and another year on this earth.
For the first time ever, I am away from home during fall. For the first time ever, I am living in a city- I see dust and concrete (and fake green). I never really appreciated the beauty of the leaves- they were always just there, and because of that I took them for granted. Not this year. I miss the leaves. I miss the turning of the air from the Vermont summer to something sharper, infused with change. Those are little things, but something that grew to be a part of me. Memories of places are strong- if I close my eyes and think about it, I can transport myself back home, to the dirt roads and the forests. Fall is my favorite season, and it doesn't really exist where I am right now. I don't know where my travels will take me, but I know that at some point, I will cross paths with Vermont in the fall again.
This post is actually really outdated by this point, but the ideas are the same. I turned 19 in September. And that is a weird birthday. Because you don't get any more legal rights (voted last year! woo-hoo!), but a shift still occurs. You start to feel old. You realize that oh-my-gosh-I'm-almost-twenty. Two decades. It is the time when people expect you to have a plan, begin to actually figure things out. And at least for me, that isn't really true. I am willing to go where life decides to take me, pursue my passions and hope for the best. You also begin to take more responsibility, but also begin to gain a confidence that comes with time and independence.
Who knows. These ideas could have come simply from partaking in the adventure that is NYUAD. Being 19 could have nothing to do with it. But thinking that I am only a year from 20 puts things in perspective. Life happens once, you have to (as cliche as this is), live with no regrets.
<3
For the first time ever, I am away from home during fall. For the first time ever, I am living in a city- I see dust and concrete (and fake green). I never really appreciated the beauty of the leaves- they were always just there, and because of that I took them for granted. Not this year. I miss the leaves. I miss the turning of the air from the Vermont summer to something sharper, infused with change. Those are little things, but something that grew to be a part of me. Memories of places are strong- if I close my eyes and think about it, I can transport myself back home, to the dirt roads and the forests. Fall is my favorite season, and it doesn't really exist where I am right now. I don't know where my travels will take me, but I know that at some point, I will cross paths with Vermont in the fall again.
This post is actually really outdated by this point, but the ideas are the same. I turned 19 in September. And that is a weird birthday. Because you don't get any more legal rights (voted last year! woo-hoo!), but a shift still occurs. You start to feel old. You realize that oh-my-gosh-I'm-almost-twenty. Two decades. It is the time when people expect you to have a plan, begin to actually figure things out. And at least for me, that isn't really true. I am willing to go where life decides to take me, pursue my passions and hope for the best. You also begin to take more responsibility, but also begin to gain a confidence that comes with time and independence.
Who knows. These ideas could have come simply from partaking in the adventure that is NYUAD. Being 19 could have nothing to do with it. But thinking that I am only a year from 20 puts things in perspective. Life happens once, you have to (as cliche as this is), live with no regrets.
<3
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