To the three people that read this blog, sorry I've been away. Spring Break in Charleston and Savannah was fabulous. I had the best time. It was great to relax, catch up, and stay in fancy hotels! I love hanging with Ashley. BFOL!
I have something I wrote a few years ago about walking from my car back to the dorm. A pretty simple thing, check it out and let me know your thoughts...
That walk back, the one after I have unloaded pounds and pounds of material wealth, is one of the most perfect moments. After returning back to school and unloading all the suitcases, bottled water, leftover food from mom, and dad’s hidden candy stashed somewhere in the laundry basket, it is time to go and park the car, only I am cheap and have to park my car in East Jesus. So on the mile walk back to my building, I am able to transition. It is a time for me to be alone. No friends, no iPOD, no texting, cell phone calls. Just me and my thoughts. I now realize what it is to just reflect; to appreciate everything around me. I enjoy the walk, no matter if I’m out of breath by the time I get to my dorm, no matter if it’s raining, or if it’s 100 degrees outside. The sun slowly setting with a yellow and orange halo surrounding the library. A crisp breeze floating through the air carrying leaves to their final resting place. A bird singing its evening song in slow, deep chirps. Wet grass wriggling its way into my dry flip flops. Cold rain falling and rushing into the garden to give life to the pansies.
I cherish that time, because from the second I get back to my room until the next walk back, I am running around at 65 miles an hour; running from class to class, or to and fro to friends' dorm rooms, or studying all night long. Those moments walking back are mine, and only mine. And no matter the weather or the parking spot, I value everything I observe during those few, precious steps.
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