Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
I hope that when you remember the person you were in the past, you can forgive yourself for what you didn’t yet know. The world needs more of that, no matter what city you are in.
That concept of who I could be was appealing, and I soaked it in every time. I crossed oceans, ate different foods, took weekend trips to Italy, and stood in skyscrapers in London.
Now that they don’t readily apply anymore, it feels kind of strange, because I think I let myself believe that it was all of those things that made me special or interesting.
Because if I have no goals, I will make no progress. And lack of progress in my life scares me more than my uncertainty over which direction to turn.
It’s just one of those days again. An Inkheart day. That’s my rainy day go-to book, but only the good rainy days, mind you. And by good rainy days I mean the kind of days described in the opening chapter of that book. Something about it has a folded up mix of warmth and comfort, …
It took me five hours to wake up today. One more time for the people in the back: Five hours. I woke up at 8:15 without an alarm and wandered downstairs for breakfast. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered
In all honesty, I’m finding it really difficult to be content where I am at the moment. Laziness and lethargy all too easily creep into my mindset along with the knowledge that, “I really should be studying right now.” And that gets me daydreaming
Time. Sometimes I wish it would pass faster than it does. Like when I miss people or places and can’t wait to return to them. Or when I’m looking forward to something that will happen too far in advance, like moving into a new house later this fall. I just wish time would move quicker, …