winona springtime.
It’s almost summer, which means I’ll probably start blogging again. I like blogging, but I like togethering more, and I haven’t felt the need to blog because I’ve got all these lovely, wonderful friends here.
Elizabeth just showed me a video of her past two years at Grace, and it was the first time it hit me that she won’t be here next year. I didn’t want to cry, but of course I did.
And it’s a new phase in my life, too. I’m not going home this summer… staying in good ol’ Indiana, working for a marketing company, buying my own groceries, paying rent… I won’t have a dog to play with or mountains to drive through with the windows down and the music up. I’m convinced this summer will be good. I’m sure it will. There will be so much to do and see, and I’ll be closer and less disconnected from the people I love out here. But I won’t see my family. My little sister is going to college in the fall and will be living at school, 3 hours from home and about 13 hours from where I am. I appreciate her so much.. through this whole process of searching for an internship, getting rejected for x,y, and z, she was the only one in my family who really had confidence in me. She was the only one who gave me support the whole way through. She’s amazing.
I need to make plans for the summer. I know I want to run another 5k, and I want to go swimming in Lake Michigan when it’s warm out. I want to go to Chicago at least once, and I want to go home for my birthday. I want to go thrift shopping in Ft. Wayne and go to new coffee shops and see new artists. I want to read, and I want to write lots of letters. I want to volunteer at Our Father’s House. I want to go canoeing a lot, and bike around the lake. I want to grow, but I don’t want to become an adult.
I don’t like crying for old times, because I like being excited about the new. But those old times were really, really great.
