A change

Change is good.

Most of the time.

The summer has felt weird, uncomfortable.

I've grown a lot, I think (hence the discomfort), but it's just felt sort of surreal to me.

All summer I kept thinking, I'll wake from this dream state soon...right?

Well it's August and I'm still in this dream sequence.

It hasn't been a bad summer, I've done some really great things.

It has just felt weird.

Maybe this is all part of the adjustment, I don't know. I hope so. I hope I can settle in soon enough.

But I have felt the urge, near need for a change. And while much will be changing in a few weeks as school starts, I needed something now.

Of course I wanted something more grand, you know, like landing the perfect high paying job, falling into a ridiculously romantic relationship, buying a house, getting a cat, things like that.

But in leu of a grandeur, I will settle for a change in my hair.

It will have to hold me over, until I can grasp the great, the grand, the spectacular changes I desire.