When I was a freshman at Biola, I had short brown hair. Freedom was new to me, along with roommates, dorm rooms, and lecture classes. Everybody was my new best friend, and I even invited 30 of them to my house for a bbq/sleepover/beach day a month into school without asking my parents (they were fine with it). At that time I never would have guessed that I would in the next three years decide to be a photographer, travel to Thailand, live on Maui and Nepal, fall in love with the city (any), work at Urban Outfitters and Coffee Bean, have my heart broken more than once, live on campus my senior year, see three of my closest friends get married, have a niece (well, my sister had her technically), and make amazing friends in complicated ways.
This is me this summer with the same friend as the other picture, and two amazing other ladies who are my friends after three years. Different. Challenged. Secure. Confused. Ready.
Moving back on campus is strange. I think that I expected to return to my state in the first picture; in awe of my surroundings, hopeful for a million new friends, and desiring everything. Probably, I still desire everything at times. Here, things are more monotonous than new, and expected than exciting. Different than I thought. More difficult than I thought. Ready to see where it goes.
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2 comments:
I appreciate this. Surreal isn't it?
you capture life so well in words.
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