Today commenced the packing frenzy. Yes, I packed my first boxes today. Now, I am still in denial that I am leaving Nashville, but most of us live in denial every day of our lives.
On to my point, I was going through all of my nursing school books and textbooks I had kept through college and beneath a stack that seemed endless, I found two of my college yearbooks. Only two years removed from college, it feels so much longer. As I sat down on my bed to flip through the pages to desperately remember my college days, I dusted off the cover to this young, but old yearbook. Of course, as most of you can remember, the first thing in a yearbook are those awful, poorly photographed individual portraits. Well, they don't look any better as they age either. California could probably hear me laughing once I flipped to the "B" section of the alphabetically ordered pictures.
As I hurriedly turned the pages, familiar faces began to appear and familiar activities came to the forefront of my memory. Ah, college. When I first arrived on campus as a student-athlete unpacking in my inhumanely small dorm room, the words "these are the best days of your life" kept running through my head. Well, that statement wasn't far from the truth.
All of the friends, concerts, late nights, tipsy parties, and 8:00 AM classes were rushing back into my mind. My friends, well, my friends are the greatest a person could ask for. Just last week, we had our annual reunion where statements such as "remember when..." and "I remember that!" kept being said. Our annual reunions are so refreshing. They keep me so humble and they bring me back to my core where I am reminded of who I am and what is really important. Yea, college is everything it's cracked up to be.
As for our next reunion....well, I hear that there is this wedding in Alabama next July....;)
I guess it's back to the packing.
Happy Monday.
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