So, I know I disappeared for a little bit, as I have the tendancy to do, but I’m back. For good. I’ve struggled for as long as I can remember with striking a balance between living and writing about living. And while I love to write about my life, I really need to make sure over the past couple months that I was really being where I was and being in the moment, etc. I needed to make sure the memories of the last couple months were stronger than the words written about them.
And so here I am. A college graduate. I’m not entirely sure where that came from, but apparently it happened. I’m about to head back to Memphis (literally…I should be finishing up packing right now and getting on the road within half an hour, but instead I’m writing…imagine that). And I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty excited. Or I was, I guess. I’m not really sure. What I do know is that I’m really looking forward to being in Memphis and not being a student. Or, as I like to say, being a “real person” in Memphis. I’m excited-and terrifed-about meeting new people. I’m excited about having my own place, making some money, joining a church, having dinner parties, etc. It’s all a new adventure for me, and one that I didn’t really plan to be undertaking right now (I assumed I’d either be in grad school or in a park). And to make it even more of an adventure, I don’t have a permanent full-time job yet. So come the beginning of August, I don’t have a way to make money. Hooray!
And then I spent two weeks in NC. I guess the first week was pretty normal. I did go to the beach with my GC friend Shelbie for a couple days, which was lovely. Other than that, I pretty much just hung out. And then my best friend came home. And then our other best friend came to visit for the weekend. And then, twice in three days, I got together with my 4 dearest friends in the world (doing it just once was a miracle!). And I got to spend some time with a few other dear friends. And it struck me how different it’s all going to be now. I may not be able to come to NC for Christmas and Thanksgiving and such. We may not all get together again until the first of us gets married. And that’s tough. I’ve known that it was coming, and I’ve tried to prepare myself for it…but can you really prepare yourself for something like that? I’m not sure you can.
