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Stories. Stories. Stories.
August 22, 2006
One unspeakably long subway ride, 1,857 pictures, and a good amount of airport tears later, the summer is coming to a close.
After the trip to the airport, where I said goodbye to Gökhan for the last time (and tried to be cool in doing so, to no avail), I sat pensively on the subway, drowning out the screeching and chatter of the train, and made a very incomplete mental list of everything that happened over the last three months. After 45 minutes, I opened my eyes, my makeup undoubtedly smeared, and looked around as if I’d just awakened from a three-month coma.
Thinking about it all, I wondered to myself, “What the hell just happened?”. In June, I looked forward to a good coaching job on the East Coast and returning to school at least two weeks early to prepare for my junior year. And here I am in New York, one of at least five cities I’ve been to over the course of the summer, having just said goodbye to a Turkish boy who I traveled with for no reason other than the experience. And I start school Monday. School. Monday. I would have given anything to board a plane last night. France. Italy. Turkey. Anywhere. I’m not ready for reality yet.
And the stories. I’m already forgetting the first memories of the summer. My Moleskine has a running list of words and moments that I hope will help me to remember exactly what happened on what day. A different day, a different memory, a different blog I need to catch up on. For now, I’ll just have to work backwards.
I still can’t believe I start school Monday.
August 22nd, 2006 at 10:14 pm
It sounds like you had an amazing 3 months. I love to travel so much, I am so living it up through your photos right now. The city at night photo is really awesome. Anything is a bummer when leaving complete bliss. You’ll cheer up soon enough though.