This is my last week of absolute freedom — I have 5 days left to bask in the sun, drink root-beer floats, hang out with friends, and generally just do nothing.
Football starts in 5 days, and although I love the sport, I hate the practice. I hate knowing that I’m going to be having 2-a-days in barely sub-100 temperatures while wearing cumbersome heat-retaining equipment.
Once football starts, I might as well say bon voyage (why is that people always put French words in italics anyways?) to my entire summer because school is approaching quickly as well. I’m a Junior in high school, and for some reason that makes me feel really old; it makes me feel like I’m growing up or something.
Only recently did it really hit me that I’m actually getting older…this may sound quite silly to some of you well-weathered and cultured elders, but it’s true for me at least.
It’s true because I spent countless hours as a young child contemplating what life would be like when I’m 16, and what decisions I would be making. I almost looked at this age in reverence and thought about it with varying levels of respect and admiration.
And as I slowly crept in on my current age, I somewhat subconsciously denied the fact I was growing up. All the things which were coming true — getting my license, finding a job, getting a checking account — seemed to be not real, almost as if they shouldn’t be happening yet. I almost thought of all those things as too far away to be reached. So when they actually did reach me, I felt as if I didn’t deserve to have them yet. I have yet to know why I felt that.
Basically what I’m feeling sounds like it is straight out of Peter Pan…although I don’t like that I am comparing myself to an eccentric young boy in green tights who flies around with a British family and is best friends with a miniature fairy named Tinkerbell.
Very true, very true. Nice post. That’s exactly how I felt while growing up. In fact, I still feel like things are a little unreal sometimes, and it often astonishes me to look around at my home and family. I think, “I have children? Who on earth thought that would be a good idea? I own a house? What? Are you nuts?”
It makes me think of the Talking Heads song, Once in a Lifetime.
Hey Lukas,
I’m about to go check out your wonderful plethora of photographs. Hope you’re doing well! I enjoyed reading your blogs. Mine are rather.. well, call them what you may, but they’re from me