Ramblings of a Wandering Luney

Memory is such a weird creature. It is sweet and painful. Why does it hurt so much to remember? Probably because we know that we cannot go back. We're closing a book on that section of life. "Portraits don't change once they're hung on the wall." Who we were then we'll never be again. The same moment can never rehappen no matter how good or bad it was. Which is a good thing. Change is good, fun, interesting, but its hard at the same time. Can you tell I've been packing? I've been going through my room getting ready to go back to Clemson. As I pack I'm finding old notes and pictures. A picture here of us in stolen Plague shirts, a picture there of us hanging out randomly (as usual), a random picture of us all in the car, a picture of us when we were so little (how long many of us have been together!). Yea, I'll be fine again once I'm back in Clemson among those friends and busy again. I'm so ready to leave here. But in a way I'm not. I'm beating an old bush aren't I? I've said this before. Oh well. Just ignore it. I guess I needed somewhere to process and let go of the way I was feeling. Remember coffee shops? Helping helping eachother with math? Predestination debates? Postmodernism and existential discussions? Talking of real life and joking of the future. We're going to open a bookstore in Europe and make pottery and have a garden and sell flowers in the pottery. We're going to be in the CIA. We'll never grow up. Every time I drink coffee, everytime I play soccer, everytime I hear someone mention postmodernism, religion, or books, whenever I see: e^ipi = -1 , I think of you. (Although I jumped from person to person I believe most of you will have followed). There have been good times (as JC would say). I'm sorry for taking you (all) for granted. You are better friends then I could have asked for.

It's weird to think of going back now that its been awhile since I've seen these people. It'll be good though. There is alot I will do different this semester. I want to try to not take me friends for granted (I know, it'll happen). There is so much more. I messed up, you know? Course you do. But God's not done with me yet, so please be patient, I'm still a work in progress. Isn't He awesome? How He never gives up on us? I run away so often, but He is forever patient, forever loving, forever forgiving. Uncomprehendable love. May all praise and glory be to the God of all grace!