How time can move both fast and slow amazes me.
Two weeks. It will be the end of the summer holidays. Two weeks until I officially commence my third (penultimate?) year of university studentdom. Two weeks left of untimetabled, deadlineless, lab-lacking days.
Two weeks. Two weeks until two birds fly the nest. Two weeks until a distance of a few meters between the family turns into a few hundred miles between us all, spreading wings across the country. Testing bonds, gaining independence, learning life, growing up.
Two weeks. I don't really see how you can call two weeks a relationship. Surely, if it doesn't last longer than two weeks, then it's not really a relationship at all? But the language of partnership confuses me - "seeing each other" "dating each other"? It's hard to pinpoint an exact moment, it's easier to just somehow fall into a routine and then not really be sure when it began.
Surely, two weeks isn't long enough to fall in love?
Two weeks. A little less than 4% of the year. Depending on how you look at it, it could be a long while, it could fly by in a flash. I'm feeling a bit in limbo, as always, torn between two places, two social circles, living out of suitcases and always sitting, waiting, wishing...
I just got myself to blame
Leave everything up to fate
When there's choices I can make
When there's choices I can make
Now my heart needs a polygraph
Always eager to pack my bags
When I really wanna stay
When I really wanna stay
On the jukebox: Bright Eyes ~ Road To Joy
Two weeks. Two weeks until two birds fly the nest. Two weeks until a distance of a few meters between the family turns into a few hundred miles between us all, spreading wings across the country. Testing bonds, gaining independence, learning life, growing up.
Two weeks. I don't really see how you can call two weeks a relationship. Surely, if it doesn't last longer than two weeks, then it's not really a relationship at all? But the language of partnership confuses me - "seeing each other" "dating each other"? It's hard to pinpoint an exact moment, it's easier to just somehow fall into a routine and then not really be sure when it began.
Surely, two weeks isn't long enough to fall in love?
Two weeks. A little less than 4% of the year. Depending on how you look at it, it could be a long while, it could fly by in a flash. I'm feeling a bit in limbo, as always, torn between two places, two social circles, living out of suitcases and always sitting, waiting, wishing...
I just got myself to blame
Leave everything up to fate
When there's choices I can make
When there's choices I can make
Now my heart needs a polygraph
Always eager to pack my bags
When I really wanna stay
When I really wanna stay
On the jukebox: Bright Eyes ~ Road To Joy
I'll swap your two weeks for my four...
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to feel the beginnings of nostalgia. I'm not going back and it's the first time in 3 years I won't have to pack or sort out my dvd collection to take back with me to Uni. I miss a lot of things..
ReplyDeleteIt's starting to feel quite odd.
Now I'm home I can't wait to get back to uni. To the point that I will go there far earlier than required just to move in and be there.
ReplyDeleteLimbo thoughts are never good. They invariably lead to being down about things.
make the most of it- you dont get 'empty time' as I call it when you start working because when you book off holiday you really make the most of it. Have you met someone? If it's for real then it will last through the last year of uni- if both of you want to make it. Good luck! x
ReplyDeleteGet writing again. I miss you x
ReplyDeleteYour wish is my command, Miss Genie. ;)
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