The "S" Word

There was a great comic in the paper today. The first frame was a woman saying to a friend "Don't say the S word!" The second frame was her friend saying "What? September?" The woman replies "La, la, la, la, la . . ." That about describes how I feel right now.

Back-to-school is a phrase I hear a lot in advertising right now. I don't want to go back. A lot of my friends are looking forward to getting back to the social life and the life together. Their summer jobs were more jobs that do their best to suck the life out of you quickly and not replace what they have taken. I have a different summer.

I live in community with people who I love and who love me. The result of this is that I dread September for more reasons than the average student. I don't want September to be here because it means I have to leave the home I have found here. It is completely and totally irrelevant that I get to come back. It is simply the act of leaving that is the hardest part. Even now, I am attempting to pack to take things to London, but I'm really not because I have no desire to.

The S word is creeping closer and closer to me every day. There is one man who is looking forward to September coming because it means he gets to celebrate his birthday. I'm kind of looking forward to celebrating that as well, but I don't want to leave. Regardless of if I want to or not though, 17 more days and I will have to.