It’s here. I’m here. Even now, I can’t tell if what I’m feeling is dread or anticipation; maybe a mixture of both. On one hand, it’s the end of my summer, my youth, a truly finite conclusion to the countless relationships and memories forged amidst my life thus far. It’s almost a near certainty that I’ll never see the majority of my friends again, a thought I’ve consistently tried–and failed–to repress to the very depths of my consciousness. Sure, there’ll be the odd correspondence here and there, but inevitably, over time, we’ll drift further and further apart, as the distance and conflicting timetables tear asunder the remains of our once-unbreakable bonds.
11:11: Make a wish!
Alright, not quite. I’m exactly 10 hours too early, or exactly 2 hours too late, depending on if you’re a glass half-full/half-empty type of person. Regardless, its 1:11 AM here and I’m powered with a can of Redbull. Let’s do this! Most of my finest code is written from one to five…let’s hope that applies to blogging too.