Hello, friends! And a happy Friday to you all! Today’s post is one that was not planned at all. I had another post ready to go, but then I felt compelled to write this. It’s more of a journal entry than a blog post, but I still felt the desire to share it on my blog.
I suppose a small bit of a context, for those who don’t know, I’m moving on Monday to Traverse City, and today is my last day at my job in Mount Pleasant.
Today is my last day on CMU’s campus.
For the foreseeable future, anyhow. I knew I would feel wistful for the people, but I didn’t think I would be wistful for the location, but sitting here on my lunch break, I do feel melancholy.
I’m sitting on a bench by the fountain and the pavilion where I had my prom photos taken, years ago. There are other people taking their lunch break, riding their bike, or even going to their transfer orientation.
I think it’s easier to feel wistful when it’s sunny out. When it’s cloudy, I just find myself feeling mournful. There will be beautiful sunshine filled days in my new city, but they will not be this one. At this bench, by this fountain, eating this lunch. That’s just the nature of life, although I struggle with that fact.
Through various trees and bushes I can see the building where I took my first creative writing class. The brick exterior is slightly outdated, but still charming in its own way. I would argue more so than the newer, more expensive buildings. I can feel myself getting sunburnt as I run my bare feet through the grass.
It’s so easy to be impatient for the future, or to be nostalgic of the past. If that’s the case, why is it so hard to be present in the now, when in its own way, it’s a mixture of the two? I’m trying to soak it all in, the sound of the lawn mower across the way, the rice stuck in my teeth, and even my furrowed brow, brought on by the absence of sunglasses.
I’m living in the present because before I know it, it will be the past. I spent snow days in my dad’s office, on this campus. I accompanied my mom to “Bring Your Child to Work Day”, but that was then. And this is now.
Now looks a little something like this: I’m sitting, in the sunshine, with rice in my teeth, accompanied by the summer sounds of my sleepy little town, until I can no longer hear them. And though I do feel wistful, I also feel content.
A little different of a post today, my friends, but I hope that you enjoyed it all the same. Life is forever moving, and it can be far too easy to get caught up in the changes. Sometimes, all we need is a moment or two where we allow ourselves to be totally present of the world around us.
Thank you so much for reading!