It's been raining all week; Mom always says good things happen on rainy days.
I'm almost a senior in college (only 2 more finals until it's official!), I start an amazing editorial internship in a few short weeks, and I've been blessed with a year full of life lessons, ups and downs, and lots of love. But that's not what the rain's been making me think about this week...the future is exciting, and the past year has been great, but I'm unable to look at things so concretely lately. Instead, I just keep wondering if the rain is washing away the old, cleansing our figurative slates or palettes or faces or whatever it is that you'd like to be symbolically refreshed. It's as if the rain is preparing us for something new, waking us up for whatever's about to happen. So many of my friends are graduating and moving on, and I can just feel my circle growing up, whether we like it or not.
This sounds so much more somber than I intended; I don't mean to say that we're all leaving or turning a new page too abruptly. I just have this feeling in my gut, an odd mix of excitement, joy, too much dessert, and contentment. I keep getting this lump in my throat, this knot in my chest, as I wander down the city streets...it's like I can feel the change coming. It's very close to that happy-bittersweet sensation you get when you hug family members who live far away, or when you watch a very small child learn something that you normally take for granted.
Something is going to happen, and it's thrilling and confusing and nerve-wracking and exhilarating all in one breath...or maybe it's just the humidity.
