Often, I forget that "the ordinary" is also incredible. Since I posted last, I've come home from Bolivia, spent the summer working at an urban farm in Harrisburg while living at my parent's farm, and moved back to Messiah College for my final year. I joined a new ResLife staff, completed 2 half marathons, deepened friendships, and enjoyed cooking for myself, my roommate, and many other friends. In general, I've really been enjoying my senior year. Although classes require work, I really do love learning, and I find the topics interesting.
The semester came to a close, and now I have had a few days to reflect. My most recent journey has been a short one physically, as I came home for Christmas break. Home is a mile away from where it used to be, but still within the same incredibly tight-knit community and family. I have spent at least 2 hours each of the past 4 days out on the pond, ice skating with various friends and family. These moments of life are precious. My nearly 5 year old niece is absolutely enchanting, and slips across the ice in her double-bladed skates. I love being with her, and observing her constant curiosity about the world.
To be honest, sometimes it feels strange to be home. I'm not the same as the young girl who grew up here. I have changed since I've been at college. I believe a lot of that change is positive, but I have to figure out how the "new me" interfaces with this place I call home and these people that form my community.
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