Ninety-Eight

Day Ninety-Eight:   Mrs Robinson

Today was one of those perfect days where the weather isn’t too weird but warm and gray, and there wasn’t too much to do but to get around the busy-ness and keep on going.  As of now I find myself just planning and relaxing, letting myself relax is one of those skills that I’m not good at yet.  I’d like to, but it’s something that is hard for me to do independently.  There’s a lot of things lately that I’ve had to get used to.

But I’ve enjoyed it.  It’s been kind of a long time now since I’ve been on my own in all kinds of aspects.  Haven’t had a romantic interest in a while, been away from home during the school year working on coursework, I have a job that doesn’t involve my parents or friends in any way, and for the most part my friends have come organically especially from university and my programs.  Something about being independent that strikes me as interesting is that I get to spend my time doing things that are important to me.  Are they always meaningful?  No.  Are they always productive?  Not exactly, but I intend to keep my sanity as well as not just lay in bed all my life.  You can’t keep yourself cooped up forever.

There was a thunderstorm tonight, the first one of the season and it was beautiful.  The rain fell outside of my window and I could almost feel it it sounded that good.  It broke the warmth we’ve felt for the past few days unfortunately, but it also brought that sigh of relief that comes after a rain storm, as well as some awkward hail that lasted a moment or two.  What is it about the rain that really gets me going?  Probably the sound, but also the feeling.  Summer rains are what really ignite that adventure feeling in me.

 I remember there was a night a few summers ago when I had walked to the beach alone and it had started to rain, so I hugged my sweater around me and walked back up to the cottage.  It was so calm and light that I could do nothing but keep going.  Who stops for shelter in a rain such as that?  Where it’s not hurting anybody, not causing discomfort but it just..happens?  I guess that happened a lot in London too, but more prominently in my memory is during the summer months.  Or driving slowly in the rain?  With the windows cracked, just feeling the breeze that always accompanies those rains hit your face.  Rain brings the sighs, the relief, the anxiety of a storm and then the pouring that breaks it.  How perfect was it to start my day off (tomorrow) with a rain/thunder storm?  After what has seemed to be one of the most challenging, testing, and rewarding semesters I find myself gearing up for the end.

So to everyone heading into exams good luck, I hope the storm hit you in your stride today and no one’s power went out long enough to lose any important files.  I wish everyone a lovely week, and cheers to the beginning of Spring, finally!

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