After my Spanish Final yesterday, my brothers drove me back to New York from Maine. Nine months (more or less) went by faster than I could’ve imagined and now I am back home. It is a weird feeling of happiness and simple confusion. I don’t really know how to react to things, because the familiar is different now and the changes unfold in every moment. It is nice though to be here, to make plans with my friends, to eat a home cooked meal, to watch TV and not feel like I am wasting my life, to get excited over silly things like reading for fun or learning to drive. It is nice to have time.
Time is complicated. I think Jeremy Irons explained it best when he said: “We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.” Freshmen year came with the many memories. I had a fantastic year filled with happy, incredible, exciting, challenging and at times difficult moments. All in all, I can’t complain because I am taking with me so many lessons, relationships and dreams. Memories make dreams. Over the course of nine months I learned more about myself than I thought possible. I learned what I loved and what I wanted. I discovered what I was capable of and what I needed to work on. I changed, I grew, and I loved it. I am a lucky person because of the year I just had. And that’s something I will never take for granted.
