It’s September. More symbolically, it’s Labor Day Weekend in the states, which signifies a change. For many, it’s time to go back to school, to return to the daily grind from three glorious months of summer vacation. It’s time to reunite with friends, perhaps to slip back into the most familiar rhythm.
For me, school has yet to start. We don’t begin until late in this fall month, and that blessing allows me to travel just a little bit more. I’ve already been home this summer, and I traveled to Orlando, FL for the LCMS National Youth Gathering way back at the end of July/beginning of August. It seems far away now, just as the rest of the summer does. I am looking forward to my NYC excursion right before school starts. Yarn hopping and musical theatre. How does one resist! I know I can’t.
Still, after that, school starts. School brings us back, but every year we’re changing, every year the young get younger, and the old get older. At least that’s how I see about it. I’m going to be in my fourth year of college. This makes me old! Oh my. Thing is, I don’t know if I ever saw this coming. In some ways, I still feel like that poor little naive freshman who just left her parents for the first time in 18 years. In 18 years, I hadn’t moved too far. In just 3 or 4 more I’ve grown stronger in so many ways. I’ve got life experiences under my belt, and I’ve tested myself and taken on leadership. I still feel lost, though. I suppose it’s good that I don’t know where I’m headed, but every now and then, I just want to know. We’ll see where this year takes me. Hopefully, it’s to a place where I can continue to learn, and by that, I don’t just mean university. 🙂