nostalgia
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
photo by // marcus norris
nostalgia [noun]: a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past
Right now, my desk is buried in text books, my hands are stained with ink from writing notes, and my mind is full of an incoherent mess of words that don't make sense; epiphyte, distributions, calculus, just to name a few.
I'm so exhausted, and knowing this is the last time I will ever have to deal with this stress, the last time I will sit year 12 exams, and the last time I will have to memorise the rules of calculus is a relief. But trying to imagine this world in two weeks where I don't have all these unnecessary theories and procedures drowning me is kind of hard.

What will I do with my time that is no longer scheduled with classes?
What is my life now that it is no longer ruled like the lines in my math book?
What will my memory be filled with as it no longer contains equations?
Well, I hope to fill my time, life and memory with moments like the ones captured and shown in this post. I hope to fill it with walks during a hazy sunset, I hope to fill it with Marcus's hand in mine, I would like my mind and life and time to be as full as the dam we walked along last week.
So here is a pledge to myself to set myself free once I have graduated.
Because I am nearly there.
What went from years, to months, is now a couple of weeks.

nostalgia [noun]: a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past
Right now, my desk is buried in text books, my hands are stained with ink from writing notes, and my mind is full of an incoherent mess of words that don't make sense; epiphyte, distributions, calculus, just to name a few.
I'm so exhausted, and knowing this is the last time I will ever have to deal with this stress, the last time I will sit year 12 exams, and the last time I will have to memorise the rules of calculus is a relief. But trying to imagine this world in two weeks where I don't have all these unnecessary theories and procedures drowning me is kind of hard.
What will I do with my time that is no longer scheduled with classes?
What is my life now that it is no longer ruled like the lines in my math book?
What will my memory be filled with as it no longer contains equations?
Well, I hope to fill my time, life and memory with moments like the ones captured and shown in this post. I hope to fill it with walks during a hazy sunset, I hope to fill it with Marcus's hand in mine, I would like my mind and life and time to be as full as the dam we walked along last week.
This moment was perfect, it felt like I was no longer tied to school work and due dates. Every day I crave this moment, this nostalgic moment.
And this is what I want it to feel like when I finish school.
Because I am nearly there.
What went from years, to months, is now a couple of weeks.
photo by // marcus norris
photo by // marcus norris
photo by // marcus norris
photo by // marcus norris
photo by // marcus norris