moving out, moving in.

after three years (to this very weekend) of living in a house in a town neighboring my "hometown", i spent my labor day weekend moving back into my parents home. for some, such a move could be the epitome of failure. i've been too distracted to analyze it for myself yet. though events in life can never be defined so simply - there are always pro's along with the con's.

this weekend, strangely enough, had many reminders for me of college. maybe its the time of year - seeing all of the college kids go back to school. maybe its all of the moving i did - clothes, decor, appliances...in and out of boxes and plastic tubs. maybe its being separate from most of my new jersey family - most of them are vacationing in cape cod (no guys, this is by no means my way of making you feel guilty - i had my opportunity to join you). nonetheless, i have this strange "craving" for college life. i'm sure that if someone dropped me in the middle of a college campus, i'd quickly long for my life now as i know it. the grass is always greener on the other side.

what is so appealing about college, or the beginning of school? (sadly, i have moments of envy at my sister and brother-in-law returning to teach, and for greta and elizabeth to resume their education) i think it is that feeling of starting all over - a new year, a fresh start. the work world has showed me more of circular cycle. no real beginning or end. the new year (now referring to the transition from december 31st to january 1st) is too typical, characterized by resolutions and goals. i shall pick my own random date - to give me that sense of "going back to school", even though i never graduate or complete a level. july 30th. that was my first day on my new/current job. july 30th of every year can be a new work year, a fresh start.

an old picture, you'll have to forgive me. but because of the time of year (okay, not quite apple picking season), and because of my being reminded of college, a picture of me with two of my dear college house/roommates.