Sicily, Italy. 2012. Canon XSi.
This is the first year that I'm not participating in Spring Break as the graduated, employed, boring old person I've grown up to be. To put it simply, I'm disappointed and confused... is this real life? I think having time off proves all the more necessary as one grows older but the way life is set up works against this logic. While college students are entitled to all sorts of breaks and Red Solo Cups, these luxuries are taken from you as you're handed a degree. Had I known this, I might have fended off my own graduation myself. It's a sinking feeling one gets while scrolling through multiple social media feeds, looking at parts of the world #filtered off a flat iPhone screen. What I would give to sit out on my parents' roof in the suburbs of California, thumb through comics, sip lemonade, and stay up gossiping on the phone with old childhood friends. Now March turns into this long, wretched stretch of waiting and working. Waiting for summer. Working because. Someone please lend me their Spring Break, I'll return it by the end of next week in perfect condition. Promise.
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