passing

Sometimes, I think the hardest part of time passing is the feeling of days being mundane. We complete the same routines, and we feel stuck. Hours seem to pass slower, and we are left thinking to the next obligation instead of enjoying the present moment. Like everyone else, I am guilty of this. When we are feeling stuck, it can be hard to remind ourselves the value of the experiences we take for granted. Little moments, like being greeted by your dog after a long day or a small act of kindness from a stranger at the grocery store, are what allow us to hold on. And even though these days may feel mundane, they are nothing short of wonderful. What we daydream and wait through today may be moments we yearn to return to in a few years. As I prepare to leave this fall, I can't help but feel some sense of nostalgia, even doom. Because I know that my life will never be quite like this. I will never come home from a hard day of school again, and have my dad come lay next to me on my bed and ask if everything is okay. I won't have my mom wake me up with coffee in the morning just because she wants to make me smile. My high school best friends will never call me at 8pm just to tell me a joke they heard that made them think of me. None of this will be the same. And there is nothing I can do to change it. I am growing up, and it is somber and blissful and strange. I keep thinking of moments where there is nothing I felt I would rather do than be grown up. And now, all I wish I could do is stay here. I know it's cliche, but I think Winnie the Pooh may have had it right. "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."