We waved goodbye from the other side of the security checkpoint, looking at two faces framed in the doorway, at once so familiar and so strange. The grandmother stood across the long room with her son. The bright colors of her head wrap shone under the eerie flickering of the fluorescent lights at Minsk National Airport.
I hate this time of the year. The time where I have to pack up my life, store it into as few boxes as I possibly can, shove and move everything back to Irvine.
One aspect that adds to the inevitable nervousness an incoming freshman, new student or a shy person experiences is the fear of meeting and approaching new people.
As the leaves on the trees begin to turn into the earthy-toned hues of red, brown and mustard yellow, the changing tide of weather and the sometimes brisk autumn winds are indicative of only one thing: the end of summer, and the beginning of a new season.
