In 15 minutes, I’m going to be the very lucky host of a group of new Butler students! I couldn’t be more excited to tell them about the work I do, my Butler experience, and how they can get involved in the wider community! I can’t believe that 6 years ago, I was moving into the dorms for the first time and embarking on my college adventures. So weird to think about that.
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the rot and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I used to love packing. Like, LOVE it. As in, two weeks ahead of time, my suitcase was ready to go (not always practical, but hey, it happens). Now? It’s tough. When did it get this tough? How hard is it to pack for a week at the beach? With my sister?
Answer: It shouldn’t be hard at all. So I made a list of all the things I could want or need, made sure I could mix and match, that I had some sporty stuff and a couple nice things for a night out. And then I went into my closet and started second guessing every choice I had made (why was I leaving behind my beautiful cork wedges, again?). So last night I finally got everything into the suitcase and marveled at how concisely I had managed to pack for a week. And then I remembered the fairly substantial pile of snorkel gear and my sister’s clothes that were waiting for me at my parents’ house. And the two bags of beauty and hair products still in my bathroom. And the stack of books and magazines (those are clearly necessary, people. Clearly.). FML.
When did this become such a chore? I long for the good old days…