The View

...from WestCo 1117, looking out onto the WestCo courtyard. The view looking back on 21 years (less three days). The view almost two months out in the Wild West. The view is oddly quiet, because almost everyone is gone for fall break. The past days in school over fall break has been the accumulated rest-debt from the past two months. 21 years, two months, recharge, many more years, the rest of the semester to go. This is looking back on a very tentative two months; i know what i wanted to do, but not what did i not want to do. It's a mix of confidence and gravity with two parts vacuum and one part residual uncertainties. Everything's fine and dandy with people, classes, sports, food, weather and everything else in between. That is, until thursday nights come, and then i ask myself why i'm in a small american town with 17-25 year olds whose lives are so similar to mine. The road beckons - i have to keep moving.