why do we run

Why do we run ... naked?
We've just spent 15 weeks playing the full time role of a student. Spent 15 weeks suppressing our freedom and conforming to the world of academia in exchange for some hopeful "success." Once you've gotten there, nothing sounds more appealing than stripping down and celebrating who we are: ourselves that we've forgotten: the people that had gotten temporarily lost, and we can now celebrate finding again.
And we can do it t.o.g.e.t.h.e.r.

Last night I ran away from the semester in my underwear. Today I put my leggings, boots, and favorite scarf from Ecuador on and am running away from this place. This place which has contained me and everything I've e.x.p.e.r.i.e.n.c.e.d this year. I couldn't be more ready to take the experiences with me - out of the context of where it all happened. To help ease that transition of becoming a part of me - recognizing and accepting the new, subtle changes.