it’s just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead
And there you go my friends with your boxes in your car.
And you both looked so young and last night was hard you said,
You packed up every room
and then you cried and went to bed,
But today you closed the door and said
“We have to get a move on,
It’s just that time of year when we push ourselves ahead,
we push ourselves ahead.”
And it was cloudy in the morning
and it rained as you drove away,
And the same things looked different,
It’s the end of summer, the end of summer,
When you move to another place.
- Dar Williams
Yesterday as I made dinner and waited for The Little Red Haired Girl to come home from yoga I looked out and noticed it was getting dark out. The days are getting shorter, new seasons of tv shows are being advertised, my research project is starting to meet at a regular time, and the city is repopulating with returning students. It’s the end of the summer. I have mixed feelings. The summer has been amazing. I’ve done so many of the things that I planned, and lots that were unplanned. I’ve never found myself bored or impatient to be doing something else. I don’t feel like I’ve wasted any time. At the same time, as school things like my project meetings and thinking about courses ramp up, I’m getting more excited about going back. I had a moment a few weeks back where I was so happy doing my own thing at home that I forgot why it is that I’m in school at all. Happily, I’m starting to remember. So, I’ll be sad to leave behind the leisure of summer, but just as happy to dig in and push myself ahead.
