In Retrospect: A Reflection of the Last 4 Months

I have learned to love ridiculous fashion, wear too high heels (well, soon), and much too fancy dress, draping togas of falling red cloths held up only by brittle golden pins. And if I had to walk 500 miles more, I'd walk in stride, choose hangovers, the drunken clamor (but not too drunk, mom) of late night pizzas and fire alarms, and 1000 pictures and 90 bottles of Frosty Jack's later, wake up in the company of friends no longer strangers, hop on a speeding train to nowhere in mind, and let rolling hills, background landscape, and a rainbow (or three) yield to chatter of the mind, conquer the big uphill that divides mind from body to learn for the sake of learning, live for the sake of living and nothing is ever the same again. And it's not always easy, but 246 hours of cramming, 500 mg of caffeine (and 8 episodes of Hollyoaks) later, find endless shoulders to cry on, that red bull won't give you wings, but friends will help you fly. Four months gone by, just flew by, every ending is a new beginning, for it’s not the place, always the people, and the journey, never the destination.


* For all the cherished memories I will take, both past and future, thank you to friends that have left, to friends that remain, and to those I have yet to meet. Life will always be what you make it. Carpe diem. *


~ love, Rach. xoxo.