I was catching up on shows yesterday. and a movie, or something. Strangely enough, there was a common theme to some of them. In Psych, Girlfriend had to go to Uganda for 6 months+. This was, apparently, the end of the world.
All I could think of was, 6 months is done in the blink of an eye. Even when you're counting down the days, it goes by so fast. Who here remembers their senior fall semester? For me, it sped by. I still remember lazing around at home in the summer.
Maybe my perception of time has been skewed. 4 years of college have breezed past, and I can barely believe people I know, I met 3 years ago. 2 years ago. 5 years ago.
In the next 5 to 10 years, most of us will be well on our way to getting married. I won't be surprised at all if we blink and it's been half a decade.
So what is with all this 'i'm leaving for 4 months, plz to break up now'?
As much as it depresses me that maybe possibly we aren't living our lives the way they deserve to be lived, I think a part of me has changed in that I believe people were meant to grow old together.
One year is nothing. One year ago I was still crunching snow beneath my boots and damn if I don't still remember the smell of the midwest air or the weekend laundromat.
Being with somebody, if anything, makes the time pass by faster.
With the conviction of the utterly inexperienced and naive, I believe so much that if we can find someone we connect with on a deeper level, that we can see ourselves waking up next to for the rest of our lives-- we'll wake tomorrow and reach gnarled hands over to brush back grey hair and tell them it's morning.