Packing Up Once Again...

Sometimes I feel much like a nomad. I pack up everything and move, but it isn't long until it is time to pack up and move again. (This time, I had about two days between unpacking-which took forever-and starting to repack.) Luckily, it's the same three places (Conway, Hot Springs, Fayetteville), but it's a strange feeling having three homes. Each place has its own memories and joys about it, and I am sad to leave but excited about the changes ahead. 

Actually, I was just thinking about it... I was only in Conway for about nine weeks this past year, and that will probably be the routine this next year as well. And it seems that every time I leave, it gets easier and easier. Fewer people tie me down, and my desire to be off on my own just continues to grow. I guess that's a part of growing up. Good thing my mom never reads this stuff (she probably doesn't know what a blog is) because it would make her sad. I feel bad that I don't want to stay at home, even on my weeks off, but at the same time I don't. 

This next school year is going to be completely different than last year. That is part nerve-wracking but mostly exciting. I am ready for my classes (Creative Writing, Modern American Lit, Cultural Anthropology, Ancient Greek, and Beginning Ballet!), looking forward to seeing my friends, pumped about football season (although no telling how good we will be... half the fun is the student section!), committed to being confident in being a witness, and especially looking forward to fall weather, beautiful foliage, and resuming my past-time of climbing "the tree" on Old Main again. There's something beautiful about the anticipation of back to college. And I am in the midst of that right now.

Although I did have to spend time with my favorite boys before leaving town! Every time I come home, they have gotten taller and smarter.

 "Sambo, you my girlfriend"