This hasn’t been a great break so far. I guess nothing will really compare to the friends and freedom of the summer. That break was the perfect coincidence of people and parents going away and warm weather and no restrictions. Now everything is cold and we can’t hang out outside and friends are gone. And I’m filled with the unmistakable sense that I actually miss college.
I went to a party last night with all my old friends from high school. I put on pinching gold flats and spent 20 minutes on my makeup and then I got there and someone asked me why I didn’t dress up. New Year’s will just be an extension of this, assuming I go.
I want the holidays to be over. I want it to be February so that everything is still saturated with cold water but without dry air that leaves me scaly. I want to wander around Boston and find stores that I’ve never been in filled with things I would never find in Maine. I want to bring my camera and take photographs that belong on Flickr, not Facebook.
I want to go to Porter Square. I want to go to Addis Red Sea. I want to buy tunics from stores that aren’t Urban Outfitters.
It’s strange to be constantly rationalizing these things. When did I become someone so different?
