Last week was the awaited breath of relief for most college students who started their spring break. I remember thinking that before I came to college spring break was supposed to be this fantastical week filled with plane rides and binge drinking. My freshman year I did spring break the way I thought it was supposed to be done. I got on a plane by myself and traveled to a place I had never been before. I flew to the South to visit one of my dearest friends and we laughed under the Texas sun until it was time for me to return to the slush state that is Maine in the month of March.
One of the first times I watched Gilmore Girls I remember watching the episode where Rory and Paris decide to do spring break. They had contemplated it for a while, because neither of them really wanted to. Until Connecticut was faced with a torrential downpour and they were soon easily convinced into a spring break spent in Florida. By the time they had decided most rides were spoken for and they ended up riding down with an acquaintance from the school paper in his mom’s mini van. When they reached Florida, Rory and Paris had soon realized that this wasn’t a place they were made for.
At first arrival they convinced themselves that being there was enough. So their first night they ordered pizza, picked up movie theater snacks, and locked themselves in their small yellowing hotel room to try and forget about what they were even doing here. About five minutes into this decision, Paris stops chewing her pizza and looks disgustingly over at Rory and says something along the lines of “what are we even doing, this isn’t spring break.” So despite what they actually wanted to be doing, they forced themselves out of their hide away and down into the hotel lobby. Here they last about all of five minutes, until truly returning to their hotel room
This spring break I found myself with less travel and more homework. The week before break my professors found themselves in a giving mood in the way of assignments. Luckily it had already been settled that my mom was taking a trip so that meant I was to head home with my partner and dog sit my two fur children for the week. Which was perfectly fine to me. This spring break was a week of laps being filled with dogs, home cooked meals, and late night to early morning laughter. One day we made a cake and in that moment I realized that adulthood could maybe just mean that we could always have a kitchen counter cake.
Before my time in undergrad is finished I’m sure I’d like to sit out on a beach somewhere and experience hangover mac n cheese in the same way Paris and Rory did. But much like them, I don’t think that is a place I was made for either.
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