Perspective: Moving to School

I left for my Sophomore year of college this past week. I can't believe its already my second year here! Maggie spent the whole car-ride talking about how much she was looking forward to college, even though she has another whole year to wait. She makes me smile; so excited about the college she wants to go to, and the campus, and the classes, but afraid she wont like her roommate, or make any friends. Her? Ha! I have complete confidence.

We arranged most of my things in the room, deciding that the books would go there, and the cereal there, and why not put the postcards up on that wall? I had to leave all my things there overnight and come back home for one last day of work, and a few last goodbyes. But the next afternoon I packed all the things I forgot in the little Camry and prepared to say my goodbyes.

The night before I had written little letters to each of them; my parents and three younger sisters. None of them knew about it. Before I said goodbye I slipped them into places I knew they would find them before bed. On a pillow, or on a mirror. Of course Maggie would be the only one in her room, so I tried to slip it on her pillow without her noticing while we hugged goodbye. I am pretty sure she noticed :)

In an hour I was once again parked outside of my dorm building bringing the last finishing touches to the dorm room. Its going to be a good year.

Tubing with Five Senses

 see: a girl on the tube next to me who seems to be trying to catch up on seven-plus years of not tubing.

hear: the change in the way the boat's motor sounds when Dad turns to get us out of the wake

smell: I don't know. I'm too concentrated on Not. Falling. Off. The. Tube!

feel: the tube scraping and scratching my already banged and battered body (okay, its not THAT bad, but it sure feels that bad in the moment ;) )

taste: lake water. Ew. 

a little late, but at least it got here

Sight: The boat, the wake, the rope pulling us over the water. My sister smiling as I scream for dear life.

Taste: Lake water. And the remnants of a nutty bar I pulled from the snack cabinet.

Smell: Lake water. Again, this time up my nose.

Touch: The tube handles as I dig my finger nails in and don't dare let go.

Hear: My sister laughing, the roar of the water, threatening that if I fall in, it won't release me.

That 6th sense: I love my sister<3