19th September 2005. That’s when I landed in Philadelphia. I was 18 years old, and I had no plans. I did not know what college was all about. All I knew was I wanted to be here, even without having any knowledge about the city. I just wanted to be here.
It has been 4 years since I came here. And no I am not done yet. It is home. It is where I belong now. It is the city which made me who I am.
People have mixed emotions about college life. Some want to get out of it ASAP. Some want to stay for a while. And some don’t even want to think about the life after. It seems scary. It seems unreal.
I fall in the last category. I love college. I love the fact that I can do everything, yet have time to myself. I can make some money, enough for my needs, and still dream big. 4 years seem like a journey of a lifetime, they are so close to my heart, that this last year seems like its running away too fast.
Fall term is almost over, and then I’ll have 6 months before I graduate. I need more time to process all this. I need more time to find a place in the world outside. I need more time to lead a life in the corporate world.
There will be money, and there will be security. But I don’t think I want to grow up that fast. Not yet. I want to wait just a little bit longer. I want to still do some crazy stuff. I still want to be stupid. I still want to be college young.
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