{ fields & woods }
A couple of weeks ago, I was thinking back to 2002 through 2006: my college days. While I have loved (for the most part) every stage of my life, those days that I spent at Otterbein held something for me that could never be replicated.
I was so wonderfully naiive, and carefree, and absolutely enthralled by life and all that it held for me. I went on walks around Westerville at 3 am, layed in the soccer field to watch stars, spent afternoons in cemetaries and on roofs, had picnics, wrote poetry, walked barefoot around campus, layed in streets, jumped in lakes (in February), had my heart broken and fell in love. My only job was to learn, and I learned so much. Most of it was outside of the classroom.
The other night, Funnel and I were driving down Broad Street, and we were talking about our college days. “I miss that Jen,” I told him.
He said to me, “You still are that Jen. You just are around different people and different places now”.
I’m not sure if it’s true, but I hope that I am.
March 11th, 2010 at 7:03 am
I feel the same way about my college experience and I miss being that carefree all of the time!
March 21st, 2010 at 10:34 am
I’ve felt this way myself.. I feel like such an old soul sometimes. Young, but trapped in this constant state of reflection.
Last night, I sat reading through old journals and looking through old pictures. God gave me a chance to step outside, and see me the way He sees me.
And I loved me. But more than that, I realized that I’m still the girl I was at sixteen in many ways. Lovely, wonderful, Kait. We don’t abandon ourselves in a heap at the start of each new season… rather, we add to ourselves, shaping and recreating. Still, the heart remains beneath each new layer.
Nothing can take away or alter that Jen, or that Kait. We can old be made more perfect with the passing of years.
March 21st, 2010 at 10:34 am
*only be made