And this year, it is a bit more significant than usual. When I return in the fall, I will be a senior, getting ready to complete my final year of high school and apply for art school. It is bittersweet, to say the least.

Time flies inexplicably fast. I visited two of my favorite teachers today at the middle school I attended four years ago... It was so odd to see them again, and to walk into each of their classrooms and smell the same familiar scent as before. It's as if you think that when you leave, time will stand still. But everyone keeps living and evolving, constantly.

Perhaps I am simply a sentimental person that attaches too much emotional value to the littlest details and fragments of my life. But something about moving forward brings me both sadness and joy. Last night I watched my little brother attend his sixth grade graduation, and as they sang a corny rendition of "Don't Stop Believing," I (embarrassingly) started to tear up. It honestly seems like just yesterday that all of my classmates and I were at our elementary school graduation. You waltz into middle school halls, expecting to stay friends with the same people, but you all become new people. You grow into the adults you will be.
You will see the same kids that you grew up with in the halls ever so often and exchange knowing eye contact and recognition at minimum, or perhaps more, perhaps less. But people grow and change, and time flies by. Now, this time next year, I will be walking across a stage in cap and gown with those same kids. We will be released into the world to do as we always have; to grow, to observe, to create, to learn, and to love.
But for now, I will put my over-analyzations and thoughts to rest + enjoy my summer.
Sweet, sweet summer.
Maddie








