I often find myself thinking a great deal about change, which I suppose is normal human behavior. However, just how safe is it to focus on the idea of change? When you dwell so much on surrounding transitions, is an obsession inevitable, and even worse, an obsession that manifests itself in the form of fear?
Think about where you were exactly a year ago. Now try to point out everything that is different. It is absolutely impossible. Too much has changed. Terrifying isn’t it? I know my own life is a far cry from what it was, and I am not saying this with a heavy heart, it’s just a simple fact. I went and spent a year at NYU and things changed.
So why have I been so concerned lately—one could even go as far to say obsessed—with the idea that things are going to drastically change in the next few months? I am prepared to handle the obvious—change of address, change of roommate (moment of silence for the wonder that is Aaron Cohen), change of daily habits—so long, Space Market. But am I ready to face up to the truths behind these seemingly simple changes? Change of address means I will not see my very best friends until January. Change of roommate? Cut to me traveling to Paris with no knowledge of my housing status or who I will be sharing a closet with, which is obviously a top five concern. And the test of all tests, will I be able to give up my sometimes twice-a-day phone calls with my mother back in Atlanta? God only knows.
I guess this is when I turn to the easier-said-than-done phrase, just go with the flow. Whatever fears I have are ultimately the results of excitement, my anxiety to take the journey across the Atlantic. Besides, there is nothing I can do. You cannot fight change. Sam Cooke said it was coming, and it came. Let’s just hope that after a few months in Paris I don’t turn into this guy, for that would be truly tragic.
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