Transition

This is an incredibly last-minute post for The Tenth Daughter of Memory. Hmmm.

As he pored over internet pages in an attempt to find something relevant to the essay that was taking all to long to be written, he came to a realisation;
Adventure was now a foreign concept to him.

It seemed that in making this giant leap to move out of home and study something that he may or may not be passionate about, something that was supposed to be a new path of learning and discovery, had actually seemed to strip his life of any excitement that it formerly posessed.

Sure, he was studying, and writing... And he enjoyed both of these things, to some degree.
And sure, if he did well he was going to get a relatively good job.

But sitting in his dorm room with only the glow of his laptop illuminating the bare walls, (Well, you're not allowed to stick anything to the walls that aren't really yours, are you?) and the sound of those Arts students drinking on a Saturday night made the biological activity or a turtle seem even less interesting than usual.

He was even surprised to find, he actually missed being a child.
Missed the days when the sea was exciting to him, when the sea involved snorkling and discovering dead octopuses on the beach to dissect (much to the disgust of the girls) and biscuiting behind a boat.
Well, now that he thought about it, perhaps that wasn't so surprising after all.

It just made him feel slightly deflated to realise that what he thought he was passionate about was actually a lot less interesting in the context of university and science.

Suffering from lack of sleep at two in the morning, when all his friends were out partying and he was struggling with the basics of Marine Biology, the image of the sextant on the screen made the idea of running away to become a pirate all the more convincing.