It’s not that I haven’t had time to write, because I have, and it’s not that I have had a lack of events in my life lately or ideas spurring at 2am, because both are true, it’s just that I haven’t written. Which is a shame for someone who loves writing so much. Writing and creating and making something out of nothing is an activity I’ll never tire of. To put pen to paper (er, fingers to keys?) and give life to nothing and make it your own is more than a hobby, but a passion. So here’s to not depriving myself of all of that any longer. And here’s to maybe not writing all my blogs at 2am and to getting some sleep instead. Though that last part is unlikely to happen.
That being said, there has been a lot going on in life. I finished freshman year, have kept up my same summer job at home for the past month, and in a little less than two weeks, I’ll be back on campus to work full time for a month before classes begin. Where I’ll be living for that time, I have no idea. But I will be in an on campus apartment closer to classes starting, which is both exciting and intimidating since it will be a while different world than dorm life.
Speaking of dorm life, it was quite the journey moving out of that tiny room. I managed to bring a few things back at spring break, but I was mostly unprepared for just how much stuff I had. I mean, in such a small room, there’s really only so much, right? Wrong. So wrong. Because I wasn’t even sure as I brought all of my things back home that it would even fit in my bedroom. It did, if you were wondering, but just barely. And I tripped over countless bags and lived out of my suitcase for about three weeks before I finally sorted through it all.
As my first year at college came to a close, I sat back and wondered how I as a person had changed. Have I matured any? Or become more open? Less sarcastic? More sarcastic? Has this year made me a better or worse person? And what about my goals for next year? I think the answer lies in this – freshman year was a lot. It was all new people, places and emotions that I never thought I would experience. I tried to stay the same throughout the time I was away, and a lot of me did, but most of who I was evolved in some way. My ideas and wants changed, and while I may not have done everything I wanted to do, I still have three more years left. Three years to make the best memories, do the greatest things and tell the biggest stories about life. And life, as Sara Barielles puts it in Chasing The Sun, is not meant to be wasted.
“So fill up your lungs and just run. But always be chasing the sun.”