every season of my life is filled with different colors and textures and people and tastes and smells and sounds. it's so interesting! freshman year my life was benjamin dunn and friends, walking across the bridge for barbara kernan's class, and freshman year was this new intervarsity thing and omelets every monday, wednesday, friday. freshman year was the faces of rebekah and angela and devyn. summer after freshman year was chase's face and nicole's face and johnny's face and the new loft sessions cd on repeat. sophomore year was the same spot in the hallway of haas before class. junior year was promise by ben howard and chai teas from austin and 1 peter read out loud in emily lancette's dorm and becca at racy's and greek yogurt and the same pair of american eagle jeans and syd in night class and the smell of eucalyptus lotion as a christmas gift that still reminds me of my first heart ache. last summer was lucas, and sophia. it was house, m.d. with dad almost every night and it was five weddings and turquoise shorts and this song. last fall was coral's house and shake it off and tessa, alexis, lauren, and cindy pilled in my car and natalia's house, chicken teriyaki bowls, and tuesday morning hugs from amy with pumpkin muffins and coffee and last fall was cory with an animated movie and some smoked fish in towers commons. this spring was zach and ron, josh garrels' home, bailey the longboard, cassie and that parking lot, salad in davies, cory and pho, afton and jam-outs, ethan on our futon, aft, isaac, and taylor and byron.
and now this summer is a minnesota/wisconsin pillow and it's mckenzie at the state street house and tow'rs all day every day, and it's sherry, bill, chris, mat, alyssa, christina, and jessie, it's yasso bars (!!!), it's sidney's perfume and blistered heels and wendy's living room.
some things in the seasons have remained (like certain dear friendships), but they're never the same. and thank goodness! i'm so glad my friendship with holland or my friendship with anna or coral or isaac or amy or the other dear ones look different, because that means we look different, that we're growing, sharing, learning, bumping around through life and new experiences with one another and that should change a friendship! since myers-briggs once told me that i am 100% a feeler (!!!) (100%, people! ah! isn't that kind of scary!? ha) i guess it makes sense that i would look back on each season and remember how it felt in these ways. i don't know if you ever do, but you should try thinking through what smells and faces and sounds characterize your life and how they've shifted. it's kind of a cool thought to think they brought you to here and they will keep shifting. and one day you might write a kid or a husband or a country or a new band that hasn't even written a song yet or a scarf or a cereal into your list of things that make up your life at that moment. because these are the things that mean we're human beings, walking around, living, loving, tasting, smelling. what a startling thing that we're alive, huh? let us not forget to thank God for the gift of being human beings, with breath in our lungs, moving and thinking and breathing in 2015 on planet earth. and all of these things look drastically different from one another. we each have the uniquest stories we're writing but they're all important.
and now this summer is a minnesota/wisconsin pillow and it's mckenzie at the state street house and tow'rs all day every day, and it's sherry, bill, chris, mat, alyssa, christina, and jessie, it's yasso bars (!!!), it's sidney's perfume and blistered heels and wendy's living room.
some things in the seasons have remained (like certain dear friendships), but they're never the same. and thank goodness! i'm so glad my friendship with holland or my friendship with anna or coral or isaac or amy or the other dear ones look different, because that means we look different, that we're growing, sharing, learning, bumping around through life and new experiences with one another and that should change a friendship! since myers-briggs once told me that i am 100% a feeler (!!!) (100%, people! ah! isn't that kind of scary!? ha) i guess it makes sense that i would look back on each season and remember how it felt in these ways. i don't know if you ever do, but you should try thinking through what smells and faces and sounds characterize your life and how they've shifted. it's kind of a cool thought to think they brought you to here and they will keep shifting. and one day you might write a kid or a husband or a country or a new band that hasn't even written a song yet or a scarf or a cereal into your list of things that make up your life at that moment. because these are the things that mean we're human beings, walking around, living, loving, tasting, smelling. what a startling thing that we're alive, huh? let us not forget to thank God for the gift of being human beings, with breath in our lungs, moving and thinking and breathing in 2015 on planet earth. and all of these things look drastically different from one another. we each have the uniquest stories we're writing but they're all important.
