Hehe, I feel like the president...empty promises.
But let's not get political, shall we?
I suppose I could give reasons, justify why I have been so oft neglectful. But I suppose the most relevant one would be that I've just been so happy these past few months. Once I returned to the Oglethorpe campus, everything just happened. I had the opportunity to see so many school friends, make a lot of new friends working for summerstock theatre, and got caught up in a whirlwind romance that has just left me so content. And at the risk of sounding like that pensive, sad writer I claimed I was not a few posts ago, there hasn't been so much to write about.
This kind of happiness is something I don't really like to use my pen for. I suppose that for me, it becomes redundant after a while (although, I believe you could argue that all emotions become redundant if you constantly write about them) and what I write out of happiness isn't as personally compelling.
Does that sound weird? I hope it doesn't.
The summer is ending. I have less than one week until Joscelyn and Zach drive through Birmingham on their epic cross-country road trip from Los Angeles, which signals to me to pack up my car and hit I-20 once more for the beginning of the school year. I'm 19. I'm going to be a sophomore in college. And for some reason, those two facts seem totally disparate - 19 seems so young. Being a sophomore in college makes me feel old. I suppose my goal this year is to reconcile those two things.
But so many things are beginning. And I like having an idea of what the future holds for me. I am excited for classes to start. I'm ready for all of my friends to congregate in the same place once more. I'm excited to perform on stage. I'm excited for all the new people I'm going to meet and the new friends I'm going to bring into my life.
And I'm excited to cultivate that one special relationship that has given me such joy these past few months. That's probably the thing I look forward to the most.
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