Today, I went and checked out my first possibility of place of my own. A cute, studio apartment about 4 blocks away from my favoriote coffee shop in the city...a closet big enough that I could almost fit a twin bed in it.
But then the woman said, 'You have a queen bed? That will pretty much take up this whole room.'
And I realized....my queen bed won't fit in this little studio. And as dramatic as it may sound, I felt like that was a picture of everything in life right now. My queen bed won't fit in this little studio.
Nothing really seems to fit right now. I think I'm actually a little embarrassed that I'm going through the typical "I'm-about-to-graduate-from-college" drama and emotional strain. Combine that with moving out of the wonderful home with the incredible roomates that I've had for the past two years and the other insane amounts of random indecision and up in the air-ness....and I'm a little stressed. My poor friend Billy today had to watch as it all as I sort of disinegrated in the mess. I hope at least some of these questions are answered soon.
A friend of mine has a song that her 5 year old son wrote that says something about "I'm beginning to like the sight of closed doors."
How I wish I had the eyes of a child these days.
:)
2 comments:
No one is above the graduation blues kid. Hang in there. A month after it's all said and done you'll probably ask yourself what the big deal was.
Thanks Nathan. You're probably right ...
It's good to remember that millions of people have been here and all have survived. And that when it comes down to it, even when it sounds trite, it's true - somehow God IS in the center of all this and has it under some amount of control.
I guess I'm learning over and over that I'm not above going through things that other people have. It's kind of nice to be humbled. :)
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