Summer flew by as summer generally does and here I am back at good ole' BC in my new apartment with my three new roommates. Like, wow. The summer was busy and good, all the things that summer should be. But just as the taste of summer freedom was becoming monotonous the school year has started again, and I begin my Sophomore year of college... still as a Music Performance Major. Like, wow squared.
I've been thinking more and more about my writing, and what I want it to be. Particularly what I want my blog to bed, and as I look at the posts of the past I realize how much I have transformed from the 16 year old who started Ivory Giraffes. I'm now a 19 year old pseudo adult who's knocking the college life out of the park. And I think to myself, "what a wonderful world". But, for real though. Everything that I dreamed college would be is so completely different, and I'm so pleased by the differences. I'm so blown away by how much God has blessed me with the opportunity to have the school that I have and the friends/roommates that I have. I'm so incredibly grateful for the opportunities that have been placed before me that I cannot help but just laugh and smile. Who I am after one year of college has changed so dramatically, and I'm anxious to see what the next three have in store for me.
I went to Chicago over Labor Day weekend where all three of my roommates and I traveled to spend the weekend with one of their families. And just being able to experience the minor differences in how families work, and the opportunity to feel like a "home away from home". To love and be loved by people who are not obligated to care for me at all, may just be one of the best feelings. As wonderful and as thankful I am for my family, I know that they are obligated in a sense to love me. But to witness and feel the love of people who have no obligation to me at all just fills me with such hope.
By no means has this entire past year been perfect. Trying to be in a relationship six hours apart has been one of the most difficult things of my life. The Boy and I have gotten in more fights in the past year than we ever did in the rest of our relationship combined. The freshman experience was not the best for me, from having to learn to get along with roommates to dealing with feeling like the whole world hated me; it was not always easy.
Nevertheless, I am beyond blessed. To have these girls. To have this college. To have my God who always watches over me, and gives me a new name in Him.
*I apologize for literally being the worst blogger on the face of the earth. Life is busy and ish gets in the way. I won't promise to keep super updated on the blog, so make sure to follow me on Instagram and Twitter, because let's be real. I be crazy with those updates.*
