Moving out is tough, and I wish that after all I've been through it wouldn't affect me as much. Nope, it's still pretty hard leaving behind all family connections and relying 100% on God's leading and care through friends I surround myself with.
I've been blessed with a house full of friends, and a couple of other friends have already come over to my house for dinner and still others have invited me to stay over at their rooms in the dorm (I only accepted one of those invitations, the other wasn't possible at the time).
I look back at the past two years and see how different it has been every time. The first year, I was only 17 going on 18 and already taking care of myself, in less than favorable but constructive conditions. The second year I didn't go through loneliness and the feeling that I had to fight it out on my own, but a lot of mental games about how the future was going to play out. So far this year, I am not lonely and the future isn't as daunting, I'm just eager--verging on anxious--for the future to become the present.
To help pass the time, I loove to read. I am currently on pace to finish Mr. President by Friday, and I also went to Barnes and Noble and got myself a rather cheap collection of all 37 works of Shakespeare and have started The Comedy of Errors.
Still, the tap water doesn't taste too great (better than Keene's, worse than the Dorms) and I have craved Wasabi Peas for two years now and have only indulged said craving no more than 3 times. So I went to the gas station and bought a huge bottle of water and found wasabi peas, but alas, no one to share them with. I guess next time I'll go when everyone else is awake, or at least when some family member is here to share with.
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