Most Wonderful Time of the Year
December 25th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
Life, at the moment, is narrated by Frank Sinatra.
We’re still waiting for it to snow – apparently it snowed for half an hour late Friday night, but by that time I was safe and warm in bed, going to sleep early.
Even though it’s finals weekend, it still feels like the time for red and cream and green and gold and charcoal gray, time for Secret Santa and midnight movies with freshly baked cookies, time for dorm formals in the common room while singing carols and eating cake (time for running around outside naked with a few thousand other people, too, apparently, but that’s irrelevant). Winter, I think, is the most romantic time of year.
I’m going to be sad to leave here, even if it is just for a month. A month. It sounds like such a long time to be away from new friends and new life. I’m going to miss my work. I love working for the LEAH Project (have I mentioned that before?), but even more now – there’s another intern at the office, and everyone is getting to know each other better and I don’t know.
It’s nice to be in a place that’s not solely made up of several thousand 18-22 year olds, actually. I feel rather…mature, when I’m there. Yeah, a bit. I’m still the youngest person in the office (well, only by a year), but it’s absolutely lovely to be in that environment, where we goof around a bit but I still get to act a little bit…old. Older. And that’s appreciated. What was it – “You’re only 18?! But you’re so mature! I was an idiot when I was 18.” (Oh, the wonderful K). And I also know I must be very, very young if I’m saying that.
Oh life, oh love, oh please, let it snow!
Written on December 12, 2010
