Week 39

Today started week 39. I can't remember what month comes in like a Lion, but surely November comes in like a Polar Bear. Thanks to hurricane Ida, North Carolina has been mercilessly bombarded with needle-like rain that comes at you from the side and gusty winds that left me wondering if my steering wheel had become unattached from the rest of my vehicle.

Last night was the Festival of the Trees, which was beautiful albeit responsible for significant cognitive dissonance on my part as the festival of the Turkeys has not yet been celebrated. The early onset of the Christmas holiday has left me feeling apathetic.

I spent last week in Boston visiting colleges with my cousin and staying with a friend from high school. I felt a bit nostalgic parading around college campuses, wondering if I had the best possible undergraduate experience. Could I have gone to a better school? Could I have made more friends? Could I have appreciated my time more? Momentarily throughout the weekend I wished that I could go back and do it all over. Of course, repeating the experience would be of no use unless I could take the lessons learned from the first time around with me, and yet then it losses its wondrous appeal.

Arriving safely back in North Carolina, I was brought to my senses concluding that my college experience was just as good as any. It was filled with apprehension, failed romances, many fake friendships and just two good ones, priority setting and personal growth. I traveled all over the world in college and on the way I learned to trust myself. I would not give up that trust for all the keg parties in the world - as fun as those may have been.