I would quote the song lyrics, but there would really be no point. September does not mean for me what it used to mean. I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic, slightly sad, excited, and confused. As I’m hearing and watching everyone prep for the upcoming school year, and watching the little sister waltz off to highschool in her brand spanking new school uniform, I feel as though I’m being left behind.
I’m supposed to go to school in September- that is what I have done for most of my life. This year there were no new clothes, or new packages of paper. This year I continue on in a new phase of my life, while waiting anxiously for that phase to actually begin by getting to move to
All of a sudden things feel weird again, like I’m stuck in limbo, like I’ve lost the familiar.
Maybe things are better this way.
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