Tired and Restless

Today is May 3, 2007. I'm over half way through my last term of my first college year and all I can feel is tired and restless. This has been a year of learning, a time of growth. I find myself questioning things, especially my own feelings and beliefs, much more than I used to. Looking back on the year, it's interesting to reflect upon the people I've met and the things I've done. However cliché, it's amazing how time flies. Until the end of last summer, I would say that I just floated through life. The future, for instance, wasn't something that I thought about often. In the past few months, however, there has been a dramatic shift in my thinking. Everything is about time. What I need or want to get done in the next hour, day, week, year etc. Ecuador is always in my thoughts. It seems so exotic and so completely unreal. In a place, on this campus, where time is cruelly finite and greatly cherished, I feel as though I have all the time in the world until I’ll embark on my journey towards towering peaks and guinea pigs roasting on sticks. Four months, in actuality, is all that’s left. Roughly four months or sixteen weeks or a hundred and twenty days. I’m screwed.