Fishing boat

Last night, I saw An Education and I saw myself. No, I didn’t start a romantic affair with an older man (quite the contrary) nor have Oxford on my to do list.

But what I saw was the distraction, the stalling, the fact that my academic year felt like it hasn’t even begun. I have always been a last minute sprinter, but whether I’ll make the race this time worries me. And worry is all the effort I can muster at the moment.

Then there’s me away from family, away from college. Things are so difficult to understand, and feelings are so easily bruised. It’s like a culture shock one can’t overcome.

He piggybacks me when my crab fear kicks in and I refuse to step on ground where hermit crabs roam; he washes my clothes; he lets me take control of the wheels; and he gives in because he refuses to argue. But how does one know that a few years down the road, the same patience remains, and he would still listen to my erratic babble with interest?