They call this “the next chapter of your life.” But I’d like to think my life is written without chapters. It’s just one long novel with those strategically placed three-star breaks. I don’t really want to start anew, I just want to continue. But then again, that’s not exactly college, is it?
Here’s one of those three-starred breaks:
Come Friday, the van will be packed and I’ll be headed four states away to Oral Roberts University, along with my Mom and Dad, and my sister. My two brothers will be staying with family, so I’ll be saying goodbye to them soon. It should be an exciting time, but right now, it’s just saddening.
I don’t know why it’s saddening. I actually believe what I keep telling people: “It’s not like we won’t see each other again.” But yet, when is the next time we’ll be seeing each other?
This past Monday, we visited my aunt and uncle, and the entire assembly of cousins. It didn’t really hit me that we wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while until Avarie (cousin #3) started crying. Did I really mean that much to her? I tried to comfort her, unsure of my success, but was able to leave the neighborhood without mutual emotions. Later that night, I reflected on the moment, and teared up. Whether or not I meant that much to her, she meant that much to me.
Now I get to look forward to bawling as I say my goodbyes to the five people who live under the same roof as I.
My birthday is coming up on Sunday. Isn’t that supposed to be a happy occasion?
Then again, I do look forward to actually becoming a part of the class of 2016 at ORU. I’ll be participating in achieving my God-given calling, and developing more as a person: body, mind, and spirit.