Spring has sprung

Blog, Writing

Could it be true? Is the thermometer finally pushing 50, nay 60? Chicago is finally seeing some signs of spring today, but don’t fear – cold weather will be returning very soon.

My birthday, the big 2-1 passed earlier this month (March 12), another reason to be mad about the temperatures because I get really angry when it’s under 40 on my birthday. I digress. It was an exciting birthday, and I was lucky enough to be surrounded by many different people that I love. And contrary to the belief of many fellow Chicagoans, I chose not to douse myself in hideous green and day drink for 48 hours straight St. Patrick’s Day weekend. That’s a topic for an entirely different post.

Not only because it’s spring (technically) it’s apt for one of my favorite poems, Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay

In my 7th grade Language Arts class, my teacher had us memorize poems and recite them each week, among many other exercise that influenced my 13-year-old self to want to be a writer. This was one of them. I never truly understood the meaning until the poem cam back to me in nothing short than a miracle while trying to write Progression Two in Writing The Essay, the most work intensive class I’ve taken in my college career. The theme of my essay was the idea of a utopia; how everything can seem perfect, but there’s always something more. The first bloom of spring beautiful and awe-inspiring, but soon those blooms are taken by the wind and everything moves on.

I feel as if I’m in the gold of my life right now (gag me that sounds so cheesy) but it’s true. I just yesterday accepted an internship with Time Out New York which means I’ll be moving back to New York this summer, a goal I set for myself two years ago when I left. Not only did I accept this position, I had to turn down another, an incredibly humbling experience.

I can’t help but think, however, that this can’t last.

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