LEAVING THE NEST
Walking through the corridors of my school for the last time, I am overwhelmed with nostalgia and the bittersweet feeling that accompanies any ending. I realise that lately, I have been living moments of my life as if they are already memories, filing them away for the future because I know that I won’t get to experience them again. I feel like a glass of water, filled to the brim, my emotions a second away from splashing out. My childhood is ending; it’s time for me to leave the nest and fly on my own and I can’t get myself to believe it. I am a bundle of entangled emotions. Nostalgia, sorrow, and apprehension co-exist with waves of excitement and nervousness; as a chapter of my life is reaching its last lines, the next one is just about to begin. Going to college was always an idea looming far on the horizon, distant and dreamlike; but now it’s actually time to leave and that reality has hit me like a punch to the gut- leaving me winded and unsteady. To quote Madeline Miller’s The So...
