The power of a bond

How can your heart ache so much for something that lasted so short?  How can your heart ache to talk to people you haven’t spoken to in months?  In years?  How is it that when you’re together it is so great but the minute you scatter across the country you lose touch?

It’s bittersweet to see others reunite because all you want is to be there with them.  You know you can’t but you remember the times of the past when everything was good.  You see a picture they post and want to hear the stories behind it.  You think of the things only they understand.  The memories only they know.  You remember the stupid mistakes you made, the stupid things you said, the laughter, the tears, the food, the lack of sleep.

It hurts to know you may never see them again.  It hurts to not know if they care the same way you do.  You feel as though they have forgotten you.

You know the plans that many have to meet again.  You know they will bond, catch up, stay up late, laugh.  And on one hand you’re happy for them; happy that they get to see each other and be together.  But on the other hand you can hardly stand it because you’re heart is too heavy knowing you cannot be there.  You think of any and every crazy possible way that you might be able to join them until it becomes hopeless and you have to resign yourself to the harsh reality that you may never see these people again.

And while you’ve tried to forget the pain, to make it go away, you wonder when you will finally be able to stop feeling the ache of missing them.  You wonder if you will ever be able to tell them how much you still care and think about them.

You feel mellow-dramatic; and let’s face it you are.  But somehow on the bad days this is just how you feel.


Spring Break 2K15


Spent the last few days living it up on the east coast.  Spent time with my big, saw a summer friend, and stepped in the Atlantic.  Spring Break has been short but sweet.  Some unexpected adventures and one sunburn later I return to the mid-west with memories to last a lifetime.

Laughter and tears.  Snow and sand. I’ve seen it all.  Now it’s time to finish the semester and find the next adventure!

Beginning the Endings

As I come to the midpoint of my last semester I almost feel that it is time for an obligatory post about the ending of an era.  And as cliche as this is, I think I need to if not for anyone but myself and the therapeutic feeling.

It’s the end and the closer it comes the more ominous and more terrifying.  I feel that everyone expects me to have my life and the next year planned out when in reality I don’t even have the next three months planned.  It’s so bittersweet to think of leaving the campus and the place I have called home for three years.  I’ve been through a lot on this campus; I’ve grown a lot, learned a lot both in class and out, and I’ve grown as a person.  As I start to move away from being a student I reach the terrifying feeling of never wanting to leave and knowing that there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop time from moving.  Here I feel free, independent, like the world is at my feet and I can do anything.  But when I leave campus I leave the safety, the freedom, the friends.  You will never have another experience like undergrad nor will you ever find the same environment.

I’m not saying that leaving is all bad; it’s the opposite because there are a lot of things that I am looking forward to!  I can’t wait to have an apartment, to feel important and needed, and to apply what I’ve been studying for so many years.  It’s just when all of the “last” things start happening that I get sad, that nostalgia sets in.

The last philanthropy event with Tri Delta, the last recruitment, the last spring break, the last basketball game in the student section of Hinkle.  Ah Hinkle, home sweet Hinkle; some of my best college memories happened in this building. But all of these are things that I have loved, sometimes hated, but I wouldn’t trade the experiences for anything.

I think that part that I dislike the most is that I feel like I am leaving the “best time of my life” and can’t do anything to stop it.  I have the pessimistic view that after this comes the mundane job day after day after day. The feeling of losing control is not something I am comfortable with and time is something I have never liked.  I compare it to a carousel in the park that you got on because it looked fun and interesting and now it won’t stop spinning around and around when all you want is to get off.  You just want the carousel (time) to stop but it won’t.  Sometimes it spins faster and other times it is slower but that’s all it does and you have no control over the speed nor is there an end in sight.  It is overwhelming, terrifying, and a million other things!

Everyone says it will work out, they are excited for me, they can’t wait to see what I will do, they expect me to be excited.  And in the back of my head I know it will work out and I know that I should be trusting but it’s hard.  But it’s not like I have much of a choice.  I will graduate, I will eventually find a job, I will figure out housing whether I want to or not.  The only thing I can do is try not to cry too much and cherish every moment that I have left at Butler.  I’ll hold on, prepare for the ride, and remember that even though the experience changes, once a Bulldog, always a Bulldog.