{"id":1299,"date":"2018-02-14T11:13:34","date_gmt":"2018-02-14T17:13:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=1299"},"modified":"2018-02-14T11:13:34","modified_gmt":"2018-02-14T17:13:34","slug":"the-suburbs-pt-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/14\/the-suburbs-pt-12\/","title":{"rendered":"the suburbs (pt. 12)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.google.com\/url?sa=t&amp;rct=j&amp;q=&amp;esrc=s&amp;source=web&amp;cd=1&amp;cad=rja&amp;uact=8&amp;ved=0ahUKEwiisoSM6pjXAhXKzVQKHYCjAqcQyCkIKzAA&amp;url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_nTjn1yJp0w&amp;usg=AOvVaw0iMbtoDaESqSr17xOYvQmX\">we used to wait \/\/ arcade fire<\/a><\/p>\n<p>since coming here, everything i used to do at home has become past tense. the life i&#8217;ve known for seven years has become the life i knew, as cliche as that sounds. my old daily routines have become old habits i finally managed to break.<\/p>\n<p>time always feels slower at home. the days seem to drag on forever, the seconds growing longer and longer as i would sit and wait. but i always ended up on the same bus route home, listening to the same music as i stared out the window from the same seat and watched the same storefronts go by.<\/p>\n<p>but here, i can hardly blink before august becomes october. the storefronts seem to rearrange themselves every time i leave the high school to come back to campus.<\/p>\n<p>i spent so much of my time in the suburbs just\u00a0<em>waiting<\/em>, and i don&#8217;t even know what i was really waiting for. i guess i was just waiting for something new to happen. i was waiting for change. i was hoping the breeze would catch the town just right and shift everything just a little bit off-kilter. i waited as if i thought something else had to come along and change my life for me.<\/p>\n<p>then i applied for msa. and was accepted into the audition stage of msa. and was actually accepted into msa. and actually started changing my life on my own accord.<\/p>\n<p>but everything is changing so much faster than i&#8217;d prepared myself for. the days fly by like someone&#8217;s actually tearing pages from a calendar, and i feel like i&#8217;m wasting what little time i have here. i wasted too many hours sitting on my bed and waiting for the world to change around me instead of going out there and changing it myself, and i&#8217;ll be damned if i&#8217;m gonna sit here and let the world change faster than i can change <em>it<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>at home, all i ever did was wait. i sat and waited and procrastinated and made absolutely nothing of myself, and i&#8217;m not gonna let that be who i am here. i&#8217;m not gonna just let myself sit here and wait on the breeze to blow me away. i&#8217;m so sick of just watching friends become strangers and waiting for strangers to become friends.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s my turn to change things, and change will come.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>we used to wait \/\/ arcade fire since coming here, everything i used to do at home has become past tense. the life i&#8217;ve known for seven years has become the life i knew, as cliche as that sounds. my old daily routines have become old habits i finally managed to break. time always feels &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2018\/02\/14\/the-suburbs-pt-12\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;the suburbs (pt. 12)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1299"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1299"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1299\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1363,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1299\/revisions\/1363"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1299"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1299"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1299"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}