Summer ended, and began anew, and the world held its breath. A pandemic raged across the globe, and turned everything normal inside out, and put all outside people in.
Fearing for the unknown, I canceled my lease and returned home. I felt like a coward for running away from the chance to brave something new, but there were too many uncertainties in that moment when it all became real, and I had too much I wanted to do before being forced to face the true end of my journey. Things that I would eventually start tomorrow.
As this summer draws to an end, I have braved the unknowns of working freely from wherever I wanted, starting tomorrow’s things today, and caught a glimpse of the person I could be if I let all the fears that held me back on the wayside. It reminded me of those middle school days, where every day lasted forever, and every day had meaning. Today was the last day my family would spend together for quite a while. I would move out once more, and both my sisters would move out back to college. My dad silently gave his approval while obviously failing to hide his worries, while my mom pleaded with all of us to stay, saying that we needed to stay together as we don’t know what’s going to happen next.
But that’s just the thing, we will NEVER know what’s going to happen next. My siblings and I have quarreled over nonsensical problems, broken bread over the cheapest fast-food, and slowly prepared ourselves for the end of summer, and our time at home. We all had something we wanted to take the next step towards, and we couldn’t do it living in fear under our parent’s protection forever. As the sun began to set and the whitest clouds became the brightest gold, a wind blew over us in that in that street canvased with masks and hand sanitizer, richer and more fulfilling than any wind I had ever felt since I was in middle school. The winds of fortune, the winds of change, the winds pushing us to a new tomorrow.
Summer ended, and a new chapter in our lives would begin.