Now don't get me wrong, as soon as I carried the title of a licensed driver, I was always out-and-about. You name it: driving to work, late trips to Steak-n-Shake with friends, driving back roads, or for the sole purpose of being out of the house, I was anything but still.
By this point, my college friends are probably questioning this, considering my entire freshman year consisted of mooching off one person for a ride to the next. Like I said, I have never been much of a mover and that includes walking out of my way to my car--HA!
Anyway, as far as welcoming the "new kid" at school, I could never relate. I've lived in the same house since I was a baby, went to the same church, same school and even kept the same friends mostly.
Things have changed quite a bit. Moving now seems to be the theme of my life lately.
To keep everyone updated, my house is for sale. This is fairly recent and still an adjustment. I respect my mom's decision but it's only normal for me to feel this way after calling this place my home for so long. On Thursday, I came home from school and stared at the piles upon piles of my crap and questioned how I miraculously fit 5 trash bags of clothes into my square of a dorm room. In exactly two weeks I'll be in Colorado, which I'm still wondering how I'm going to pack my summer on just a plane (without paying an extra fee, that is). So when I laid on my bed on Thursday night, seeming as if my belongings were suffocating me, I had a slight freakout. Unpacking from my dorm+packing for a potential move+packing for the summer+packing for my apartment that I'll move into when right when I come back= OH, that's what a heart attack feels like. Not even Jesus music was soothing me in that moment. Somehow, someway, I survived that night. And it was in that moment when I accepted the fact that my life is now an organized mess.
On Saturday, we finished moving Austin and Danielle's belongings before they officially move into their apartment as Mr. and Mrs. Lee. Though Austin has been moved out for quite some time, it was an odd transition to think that in two weeks he'll be married, making memories under his own roof with his own family.
As far as my friends, Luke will be departing the country on May 30th to spend the summer in Spain. Kim and Lauren are back from Missouri State, Laura recently moved from her apartment to a house, Elena moved from her house to a new house, I still miss Clarisse enormously and wish I could kidnap her from Brazil, aaaaand as of tonight, I was reunited with Olivia, after she spent the last 9 months in Switzerland. And those are the lives of my friends. We're all moving different ways, yet still in sync. Now I could dedicate an entire blog post bragging on my friends, but I'll save that. I'm now sitting in the exact same spot on the couch (with Olivia at the other end) that I was at when Clarisse visited over Christmas break and I wrote the post, "Home, Bittersweet Home".
It's times like these when I feel as if college hasn't happened, Olivia never went away, and that my home will always be a place I can come and go as I please. I don't know as if I've figured out what the lesson of this past week has been for me. I've heard it repetitively from adults that this is the stage in your life when everything changes, and rarely anything stays the same. Yet, it's much different living it.
Because if you didn't intentionally place flour on your face and pose for a picture, were you really a teenager girl?
So, as sit in this exact same spot as I did months ago, pondering the trails of that day and enjoying the missed company of that friend that day, I'm still digesting everything. I'm excited for this summer and I'm proud of my friends for the adventures they are so willingly partaking in. Some would say with experience that change is great and maybe I would have been better off sitting on the other couch tonight.
But ya know, sometimes you really don't feel like moving.
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