If I had to use one word to categorize the last week of my life, I would use restless. It was as if there was this giant to-do list in my head, with all things fitting under one of three major categories: tattoo; Oxford; finals. I have since checked off the first item on that list. Yesterday morning I got my ‘agape’ tattoo on my left wrist. Now, I cannot stop staring at my white wrist, marked with five black characters. My wrist has looked the same for the past nineteen years, and then I had the audacity to introduce a foreign entity that will be there forever. I love it beyond reason, and I cannot help falling in love with how beautiful it is.
This week, my buzz word would have to be nostalgic. It is starting to hit me how much I will miss living in the lounge of Crowder 600 with the girls who make this whole college thing worthwhile. My roommate sang in chapel this morning, so before hand I went up and gave her a big hug. My other roommate has been gone since yesterday afternoon, and I am missing her. On any given day, I will make time to catch up with my girls, even if it has only been four hours since I last saw them. And then, during the summer, I will resign all of this for Portland and a job and home life. I don’t know how I will adjust. I have absolute freedom here. I arranged to get a tattoo all by myself. I have been dealing with paperwork and phone calls and ligistical nightmares for the past year all by myself. I have next year all set all by myself. And then, for the next three months, I will give these freedoms up to live at home. Not that home is repressive or anything, it just isn’t college. Nothing is quite like college.
This past year has been fantastic, and it has taken me so much deeper into my quest towards self-awareness than I would have expected. It has fostered my INTJ personality like none other. And it has given me Crowder 600. I cannot help but sit in awe of how God could have orchestrated this floor, simply because He knew we all needed each other. He gave me these girls, and I forever in debt to Him for that (and everything else He has given me here). Thank heaven for agape.
This week, my buzz word would have to be nostalgic. It is starting to hit me how much I will miss living in the lounge of Crowder 600 with the girls who make this whole college thing worthwhile. My roommate sang in chapel this morning, so before hand I went up and gave her a big hug. My other roommate has been gone since yesterday afternoon, and I am missing her. On any given day, I will make time to catch up with my girls, even if it has only been four hours since I last saw them. And then, during the summer, I will resign all of this for Portland and a job and home life. I don’t know how I will adjust. I have absolute freedom here. I arranged to get a tattoo all by myself. I have been dealing with paperwork and phone calls and ligistical nightmares for the past year all by myself. I have next year all set all by myself. And then, for the next three months, I will give these freedoms up to live at home. Not that home is repressive or anything, it just isn’t college. Nothing is quite like college.
This past year has been fantastic, and it has taken me so much deeper into my quest towards self-awareness than I would have expected. It has fostered my INTJ personality like none other. And it has given me Crowder 600. I cannot help but sit in awe of how God could have orchestrated this floor, simply because He knew we all needed each other. He gave me these girls, and I forever in debt to Him for that (and everything else He has given me here). Thank heaven for agape.
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have I told you that I love you?
because I do.
just fyi.
......and I miss you.
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