It's that feeling I get when the furniture hasn't been rearranged in months.
It's the way I feel in a room with no windows.
It's the pounding in my heart when I think about Chicago.
I've spent my summer like I'm sitting on the brink of change. Graduation is drawing nearer and with it, a wealth of unanswered questions about where I'll be and what I'll be doing. So naturally, the planner within me is struggling, trying to find those answers and remain sane. With each day that passes, I grow more and more aware of the season I will be leaving behind me, more and more anxious for the season that lies ahead.
So here's to enjoying the next few months - because I will never get them back.
Here's to restlessness - may it fuel fruitful action.
And here's to contentment - because not everyone likes to rearrange the furniture.
P.S. - This song. also, her.
