I miss everything about summer.
Every time I settle into a term, it ends. I’m excited to be staying in this room for 8 months but not excited that I’m here.
From Lifeguard Station 26 / #15, 1999
by John Humble
i needed this. alone.
new beginnings aren’t always the easiest
at least I have a nice view from mine
the search for yourself
I frequent Thought Catalog and it just has a lot of posts about why you should travel in your 20s and sometimes, conversely, why you shouldn’t travel in your 20s. Here’s my take:
Note: “traveling” in this post means taking trips longer than 3 months. The type of trips you cancel your rent, get rid of your cell phone number, and move off the grid for.
A lot of people I met traveling had one thing in common: they were looking for themselves. A lot of them went through traumatic experiences: breakups, divorces, or just feeling generally lost in life. I know that feeling. A lot of them were celebrating things: graduation, taking time off before a new job, starting new with a new perspective. I beamed when I heard their stories because they were just so genuinely excited to see what they will find.
Unlike all of them, I think one thing being away taught me was that I made myself a lot more lost (and that’s not necessarily a bad thing). I’ve spent this entire summer trying to put it all back together (and I think I’ve done a decent job). The world didn’t tell me who I was because that’s up to me to figure out for myself. Instead, it told me who I wasn’t. And sometimes, that’s just as important.
does that make sense?