Airport Fun

So here I am, sitting in New Orleans International Aiport, contemplating life itself.

Ok not really. What I am doing is downloading music, talking to people online, and of course, writing this blog.

My plans were: read for anthropology, read for english, and review my notes for genetics. And here I am, doing everything but. I think its because studying is just so boring that any distraction ultimately finds a way to supersede the pressing homework I have. I’m on my way to Houston, and as I sit here contemplating, I realize that this life is slowly coming to an end.

At Tulane, most of my friends are freshmen, meaning that the second they can go home, they usually do. I too am one of them . . this will be my third trip to Houston this semester alone. I usually use these trips to stock up on food, medicine, and any other essentials that I’m too lazy to pursue in New Orleans. These are the trips for haircuts and waxing, shopping and eating “real” food, and of course, enjoying the spoils of one’s parents as though one is a hero returned from war. I definitely fit this freshman mold–I love going home and realizing I have a fridge just stocked with food and that if I don’t want any of it, my mother is more than willing to take me to one of my favorite restaurants. I just spoke to one of my friends who proceeded to inform me that he was on a mountain skiing with his father and he couldn’t talk because reception is bad on mountains. And he has been home for not even 24 hours! It’s a pretty sweet life, really.

But what I also realize as I’m sitting here is that this life definitely has its end. Upperclassmen I know don’t go home at every chance. Why? They start establishing various ties in the community that keep them there. Jobs, friends, and studies start to eat away at this war hero existence we all crave. Eventually we realize that the most important part of these trips home is maintaining relationships with the people there, and if the relationship isn’t superficial then that will happen no matter how often we return. Many of our high school friends we stop seeing, and the ones that matter are there regardless of that fact. My best friend will be picking me up from the airport today and its bittersweet. From spending all our free time together, now we see each other every few months if we happen to have the chance.

(Eman and me being models! What a way to end my high school world. ) >>