The summer is almost here. All I can think about is how different it is from when you’re eight years old. And what about eight year old Christie was so different from me now? A few things, actually.
8 yr old Christie
- No 401K
- Played outside
- Watched TV
- Sunny disposition
- Blissfully ignorant
23 yr old Christie
- Still no 401K
- Plays inside
- Binge watches Netflix
- Generally happy
- Not so clueless
Alright fine, I admit. I’m exactly the same. Scratch that. I’m a little different now. But I would like to think that my personality hasn’t strayed too far from what it’s always been. I love growth. I love change when I can get my hands on it. But it would be pretty ridiculous if I ever changed the person I was to accommodate anyone/everyone else. At my core, I’ll always be me.
This summer has been slow so far. But it will eventually pick up. The thing that I don’t want to lose out on is all the fun that I used to have as a kid. The kind where the stress of regular life doesn’t creep up on you in the back of your mind. I wonder sometimes if any of us can ever get back to a time like that. So far, I have come to the conclusion that it will never be the same. But it can be fun in a different way. Where the fun that you do have, you feel in control over. I feel like I work for it more these days. But every time I do, it feels the same. Like a summer afternoon should feel.
It has been interesting trying to get back into the swing of things. Trying to be a person without being a student is nothing if not strange for me. I am the kind of weirdo that would prefer to be a student forever. I might not be a student all my life. But I’ll probably be a student for a long time. And I’m excited to get right back to that.
In the meantime, I have time to explore. The time I keep going on about. The time I’ve been waiting for. To continue growing. I want to travel some more soon. Once you leave, regardless of how long, it’s hard not to want to get right back on a plane to someplace new. I’m not an expert traveler by any means. In fact, I spent hours on the last trip hopelessly lost. But I think Morris had it right when he said that once you have a taste, you’ll be chasing for that feeling for the rest of your life. That would be me, Young Christie. Chasing for that feeling over and over again.
I hope this has been enough to talk about. I never feel like I’ve written enough these days. My head has been up in the clouds. But sometimes that’s not such a bad thing. It is nice to feel as light as I feel right now. If I can leave you with any bit of encouragement about summer days past age eight. You can get back to that feeling. If you’re looking to move forward, sometimes you have to let go. I didn’t know that I’d be walking out of one door and walking right into the very best thing. But now here we are. And I promise you. It’s never felt more like summer to me.