It would take more than two months of being dislocated to make me feel like I’m in a different time or place. Everything keeps on turning whether you’re there to see it or not. My family’s gotten bigger and older. My grandmother turned 90 and if I wasn’t there to help her celebrate it, it probably wouldn’t feel like it. My favorite aunt is turning 70 and if I didn’t see it with my own eyes I wouldn’t know her age is catching up to her health. The initial contact required a lot of convincing that I’m not the teenager that they remember, and so they should stop treating me like such. But once we all got over the initial shock of how much change has passed between us, it became the warm, laughter-filled rooms that I remember sitting in.
Now I’m home with less than a month to go till another year of getting to where I want to be in life. My first goal for this year is “live less insularly”. School and the new social setting completely took over my daily living last year and while I have no regrets, I also have a life that I’ve been living up to the point when I became a law student. And just like it kept on going while I was away for two months, it’ll keep on going while I bury my face in books and papers.
I wish there were a way to split myself into different pieces and harmoniously live in all the areas of my life without missing out on the details or the bigger picture.