Where do we go from here?
How do we carry on?
I can't get beyond the questions.
Pain on pain on play repeating.
With the back-up makeshift life in waiting.
Everybody says "time heals everything."
But what of the wretched hollow?
The endless in-between?
Are we just going to wait it out?
There's nothing to see here now.
We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice.
Fluorescent lighting sets the scene.
For all we could and should be being,
In the one life that we've got.
Wait it out.
This isn't the first time Imogen Heap's lyrics have become a theme song to my life. I sit here, done with school, and find myself in limbo from one phase to the next. It's the end of the beginning. As we all pack our bags, the question she poses of where to go is clear: home, where we all came from last August. But, everything else, the friendships we've formed, the home we've created, and the routines we've become accustomed to, are being stripped of us as people leave, the homes return to ordinary living spaces, and the school year wraps up. And that's where we wonder how we carry on, without these people by our sides all day and every day.
So, here comes summer, what used to be the long awaited season with no duties or obligations other than getting a tan line and buying that summer reading book (actually reading it became an option for many). This year it feels like it came all too soon. Though it marks the in-between of one school year to the next, it is far from endless. I'm anxious to see what the next year has in store, but for now I'll soak in my last night here, then head home and wait it out.