I’ve spent about two months lingering on the TR homepage and wondering if it’s time for a new start. I’ve scrolled through old posts, cringed at my terrible editing skills and utterly teenage voice, and, somehow, fondly relived some pretty good memories. So, after weeks of debating whether to start a new blog along with my “fresh start” at Brown, I’ve decided to continue my days with TR.
I guess as much as I’d like to think so, I’ll never be able to start completely over, even if I do move to a new city in a new state. And truth be told, I don’t want to. Reading over my old TR posts, from the first one after New Year’s freshman year to my memories of Morocco, I’ve realized that I’ve documented every minute detail of my life throughout the past three and a half years. Starting over would feel too foreign; I could never love something as much as I love TR.
In a week, I leave for India for the last time until who-knows-when. I still remember my trip from sophomore year, and the subsequent revelations about how much Calcutta actually meant to me. Those revelations led to several reflections and, eventually, my college essay. They’ve inspired photographs and short stories, and sparked my curiosity about the history of my birth nation. And soon enough, because of Calcutta, I’ll fall back into my trend of travel blogging, something that has always boosted my spirits and reminded me of my roots as a writer. Every time I see something noteworthy, I know I’ll immediately think of TR, in spite of not having blogged in weeks. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. So, here’s to another chapter in my life and here’s to another era for Translucent Roses.
Clearly, a lot has happened since my last post. For one, I graduated high school, and it was more or less as emotional as I imagined it would be. Delivering announcements for the last time, walking the halls for the last time, parking myself in the library for the last time—all these lasts were terribly difficult. And rightly so. South Burlington High School has been quite the roller coaster ride, and as excited as I am to “enter the real world” and “embark on new journeys”, I don’t know where or who I would be without SBHS. Thankfully, I had the chance to express all these sentimental ideas to my class at graduation, in what was the best way to end my years at SBHS as not only a student, but also announcer. I love this school and this class, and even a month after graduation, I still wish I could go backwards in time.
Having said that, however, these nerves about college have finally begun to dissipate. Seeing the infinite opportunities ahead of me only makes me excited. At Brown, I can study French and Arabic and the Middle East and politics—whatever I want. Not to mention, I’ll be surrounded by incredibly intelligent classmates and professors. Yes, it’s intimidating, as is any new adventure. But I think I’m finally ready—or at least, more than I used to be. Vermont will be here for me whenever I need it, and that’s the most comforting thought I can take with me.
As for the summer, it’s been an endless cycle of golf, tennis, photography, and work. When I started golf in early January, I never thought I would be able to stick with it. But thankfully, it’s become one of the largest aspects of my life. There’s nothing more relaxing than going out for a round on a gorgeous day, whether with friends or my family or even alone. I’ve learned to take in the beauty of my home course, Vermont National, and channel my frequent frustrations (like my utter inability to putt) into opportunities for improvements. This may be the first time I haven’t immediately given up upon first failure, and, in the process, golf has become my own little personal challenge.
At the same time, I’ve fallen in love with tennis all over again. Every week, I find myself on the courts, loving the sport and the feeling of playing as much as I did at the beginning of high school. A few years ago, I wrote a post inspired by Andre Agassi’s autobiography, Open, about my frustration about tennis, but taking a year off and going back with no strings attached has been the perfect way to re-enter the tennis world. Plus, now I have more opportunities to play my Federer-inspired shots (the Wimbledon championship was totally unjustly taken from him, by the way).
When I’m not playing my aged/retirement sports, I’ve made it my goal to find some new photo destinations, so every week I try to explore and experiment with my photography. There are people in my life who get frustrated with my constant photo-taking and my obsession with my camera, and I understand that. But the other day, I read a beautiful quote by photographer Burk Uzzle: “Photography is a love affair with life.” I couldn’t think of words that better explain the wonders of photography. In just a few weeks, I’ve learned so much about the place I live in. I’ve seen the beauty of the lake at sunset on five different nights, the subtleties of the pond I drive by every day on my way home from work, the natural and beautiful expressions of people on the streets (or my friends, whom I use as guinea pigs for my photo experiments). My favorite photographs are ones that spur emotions within me, both when I take them and when I go back to revisit them. I love that photography has begun to consume my life more and more—it always brings more opportunities for adventure.
So, this has been my summer—a love affair with life, let’s just say. In a few weeks, after India, my friends and I are heading to Osheaga, a weekend of unexpected and exciting adventures. After that, it’ll be a month more of working and preparing for college, and then comes Brown, which, believe it or not, still feels a little unreal, as I’m sure it will for a while.
So, as always, keep up with TR during my travels (and onward!). While you’re at it, check out my latest HuffPost article, which was written out of pure passion and anger, the perfect two ingredients to change the world, right?