Another East Coast Autumn

Before I go into my studying coma (I have a philosophy midterm tomorrow), I wanted to write a blog post because I've been doing so badly at keeping up with my posting schedule.  I'm busier this semester than I've been before, and school is a bit more difficult for me to keep up with as I try to get all of my general ed credits out of the way.  Being at a liberal arts school definitely has its perks, but having to take all of these classes outside of my major (especially 4 P.E. classes) is not one of them.

It's another East Coast autumn.  Pretty trees, sunny days, that permeating smell of rotting leaves that is one of the most wonderful thing on God's green and yellow and brown and orange and red earth.  Here at my school there are a lot of westerners, and their glee at the fall foliage is both amusing and heartening.  They notice the very first changing leaves and make me grateful for the beauty of it all.

This fall is so very different from last fall.  Last fall I was a bundle of raw, nervous energy, feeling empowered by my new-found freedom and the six hours of distance between me and my parents.  I was making new friends every day, completely commanding my own schedule for the first time.  I've always been fiercely independent, something I learned from both of my parents, no doubt, and the first semester was like a dream come true.  It was scary and novel and full of adventure.

Now here I am, spending another autumn in Virginia.  I have some heavy things on my mind and while part of me can't keep up with how fast the weeks are passing, another part is never satisfied with the pace.  It's always looking ahead, always seeking change, always wanting to skip the waiting and go on to the next change, the next improvement.  That part of me is bored with the life I've got right now.

Anyway, this is where I am.  I'm taking deep breaths of East Coast autumn air, trying to balance myself and find ways to have fun while still doing my work.  I'm searching for clarity and purpose, a sure goal that I can aim myself at and form my life around.  Sometimes I look around at all of the things I've done and all the things I have planned and I feel this great big sense of emptiness, as if something is missing.  Whatever it is, it'll probably broadside me when I'm least prepared, and then you'll have to hear about it.

Thanks for sticking with me through my boredom.  If we make it to the 2nd of December together, we'll have to have a party.

December 2 marks ONE FULL YEAR of Delicious Dain.
Isn't that crazy?

Just something to think about.

I'll see you in a few days!

(P.S. I tried to upload some October pictures from 4 years ago but the internet is atrocious here and wouldn't comply.  Sorry!)