I woke up early this morning, knowing it would be a long day because I’m tired from the day before. A couple hours ago I hopped on to an empty Q52 bus heading towards Rockaway for our final intern meeting of the summer. I love empty buses in New York City, probably because they are so rare. So I propped my feet up on the vacant seat in front of me and listened to Gungor sing sweetly about the beginning of creation, when God spoke and light came. Then they started singing about “the fall” of man.. and I don’t know when the tears came, but I noticed when the bus driver became a blob and water gushed out of my eyelids. I silently cried in the back of the empty bus. Because summer is ending. I'm tired. Goodbyes are beginning. And people who I would normally be going back home to are also gone. And I'm tired.
I mean it when I say I like change. It’s a beautiful thing, and I long for it every so often. It’s just sad at the beginning.
So tonight I’ll go out for Thai food with Sarah and watch a movie, or the Olympics. We’ll devour oreo mcflurry’s and cry and laugh about things that we’re gonna look back on and only laugh about. That’s how we ended last summer too. And I’d say it’s not too shabby.
