I'm alternating between Practicum assignments and organizing my living space. My dresser drawers are now organized by color. Many papers have been trashed and those remaining are finding homes in labeled boxes. I usually manage to find what I'm looking for, but this should allow me to cut down on the search time. It will also help when I have to move in four weeks. Only four weeks. As I shuffled through old letters, ticket stubs, programs, and cards, I remembered sitting on my bedroom floor in the middle of an empty bed frame. No phone. No TV. No internet. Just me, an unorganized mess, bare walls, and the deserted summer campus. As I look around at my surroundings, it is hard to imagine that this is the same place. I hadn't really thought about the memories I have stored here. It will be good to leave some of them behind, but I hope to take others with me. There has been so much growth. Experiences I never would have expected. I have loved living with Jessica and getting to know her. I often marvel at the fact that we were brought together. It is strange when the lives of people intersect, and I can never pretend to understand how or why. It is all part of something much bigger than I am.
I suppose I should resume work on Practicum material. Thanks for the ears.
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