Whenever I drive home to DE, I imagine myself going on an incline. With its small hills and valleys, I feel as if Delaware is this vast cereal bowl, maybe with New York along the edge. Every time I leave the edge (or cross the Verrazano Bridge) I make the descent to the bottom of the cereal bowl where I can collect myself. (has this gone too deep for you?)
Then – every time I have to return, it becomes this difficult struggle uphill (North) and the final call occurs on that godforsaken bridge. This Monday past I was driving on the bridge with the Atlantic Ocean on my right and New York City on my left. I considered turning around. Then “Pyscho Killer” came on the radio and some neurological connection went off in my brain and here I am now – back at Hofstra.
I have a tendency to look too far forward into the future and continuously make new plans. I forget to enjoy the present day and my mother has to send me a subliminal message to chill out.
It is now that time of the year where I (along with others) grow tired from having been in school for what feels like months on end. Not that this year was terrible – it just wasn’t that great. Too many people I’m connected with have died, the economy has caused me to stress out even MORE about the future, and I can’t afford new books to read.
I think in my head: – 2.5 weeks -and I’m done. Off to Chicago where the people are friendlier, to a neighborhood that speaks primarily Spanish, a whole new adventure. How is that not appealing?
Tonight I’m adding new music to the Airwave format for WRHU.
Be sure to listen in on wrhu.org for these declicious tidbits:
The Thermals Now We Can See
Pomegranates Everybody, Come Outside!
Peter Bjorn and John Living Thing
Felili The Moon