I can't believe it has been a year since I have written here. Oh well. As the semester comes to a close, I find myself torn between the excitement of the promises of summer with all that lies ahead and the inevitable sadness that comes at such a time when one thinks about everyone leaving for the summer and the changes that will take place; things will never be quite the same. The changes I'm anticipating seem even greater this summer because I won't be coming back to the same floor and essentially the same life that I have had the last two years. I'll be moving to a different floor and assuming the life of an RA. Don't get me wrong, I'm really really really excited about it, but it definitely will be an adjustment.
For now, I'm just trying to make the most of the rest of the semester and look forward to the amazing women that I get the privilege of living with on Smith 7! In the midst of everything that is changing, there are still some things that remain the same, not in boring way but in a consistent, comforting way. Things like friends, (the friendships will change, I'm sure but the ones that matter most will always be there in some shape or form), SDR food, the community here, the fresh laundry smell from the W Chestnut apartment laundry room that I pass on my way home from work, my job, really unpredictable bus schedules of the CTA, construction on the brown line, and, on a more serious note, the love and grace of a Father without whom I'd fall apart.
So, the changes aren't bad, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little apprehensive about embracing all of them. Hope is still alive, though ,and that is an amazingly beautiful and priceless gift. Through hope, I'm moving forward.
