Weekend in the Woods
When you start having dreams about stereochemistry and the reproductive cycle of plants, you know it’s time to give yourself a break.
After a brutal lineup of midterms last week, I got my break by getting out of Boston for the weekend- and thank god. There is nothing like trying to light a fire on a freezing cold morning to make you forget all the mundane stresses of college life.
So four of us abandoned our burnt out, overworked school lives and left early Saturday morning to beat the Columbus Day traffic up to New Hampshire’s White Mountains. It was like our surroundings visibly relaxed as we drove- the clouds dissipating, the trees exploding into such a magnificent display of color that people flock from all over the world just to see them.
And even though I spent two years of my life only an hour from where we camped, living in a city since my freshman year of college had me glued to the windows, ohh-ing and ahh-ing with the best of them. It was a bit of a reality check to have a friend laughingly inform me that the highway I was gushing over was the very same one I once took five days a week in the winters during high school. I’m calling it city-induced amnesia.
I’ll begrudgingly admit to what this means: I have become a city girl, and I don’t know how I feel about that. But it felt really good to spend the weekend in the woods, and remind myself that just because I live in a city (and generally love it), doesn’t mean I have to spend all of my time there.
The mountains are calling, and this time I’m listening.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables