
Peter Pan’s not the only one hanging onto to those dreadfully green tights.
If only there were such a thing as Tinker Bell. I'd totally feed her and stuff.
That is, I, too, am finding some difficulty in imagining my life outside of my Neverland, outside of my beloved Loyola.
Sure, I’ve traveled and spent time outside of my university. But as my final semester trickles down to just seven weeks, I am really struggling to balance remaining a kid at heart and emerging into the “adult” world.
Yet, will I have to say goodbye to the Tinker Bells that are Blue Emergency Lights, to the Captain Hooks that are Midterms and Finals, to the Robin Williams-like figures that are dear Professors? To the Magic that is my Friends?
Maybe not so fast.
It isn’t as though once December 15th rolls around I have to literally walk the plank. I won’t lose my attachments that are friendships or long-since built relationships with professors or advisors. What I have come to realize as I hop around from one networking event to another or blip out one resume after the next is that Loyola will always be with me (cue a sudden change of key at this point in my musical-bio, “Just Julie!”*). Childhood isn’t like a red ball that we have until a certain point and then are forced to let go of; we keep it, always, simply changing how it is we play with it.
Or maybe it’s just easier to think about Peter Pan instead of graduating. *Scratches head.
To be continued…
*Will and Grace reference, yes Devon.