it is spring, some say the cruelest month.... and maybe it is. most of us think of spring as a time of growth, new buds and shoots, rain to make them grow. which is all true, but spring is not warm and romantic, it is bitter and cold to the bone.
on campus the truth of the end is closing in and some are just giving up, some complaining about their futures--not that i blame them. some moved here just last year with the intent of staying more than just one year. for sure.
now some are trapped into despair because of circumstances. some are too old. cannot find jobs because no one wants to pay them for their years, some have spouses who do not want to move so will become house husbands, some moved to finish a degree and cannot change course until they finish degree, so must improvise for the next year. stress, stress, stress. we are all tired. stress and uncertainty will do that.
i happen to be lucky since i know that i am going to move to my house in belle soon. the stress for me is how soon can i get everything done. and packed. i do so hate packing.
1 comment:
how depressing. i'm glad i don't have to deal with that.
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