Strangely Normal
Posted on Monday, September 23rd, 2002 at 12:00.
As I am getting settled in at my new SoCal location and exciting news is scarce, I will explain a few issues about the past more intensely.
This is Day 3 of the series.
Being a stranger or being stranger? It hit me. The moment of realization beyond mere comprehension hit me. I suddenly ceased to even amuse myself. I was not going to college this year and I was not leaving my Lynchburg home.
For the past six months, dreams of living in a place where no one knew me, no one particularly cared who I was, and being free to refine the definition of myself filled my imagination. The plan was going to happen when I arrived in Boston for college. The plans of mice and men often go awry as my plans did, though no rodents were harmed in the process.
Checking out of my Lynchburg lifestyle and heading West is allowing me to enjoy an experience similar to what I would have experienced in the original plan.
So what I did I leave behind to not be left behind? The bloodline (most notably Rachel, Josh, Jonathan, Meme & Papa, the Nichols); best buds (Mark, Rianna, Ryan); Blue Ridge Community Church & friends; good times (Sunday morning specialty coffee with Josh, Sunday night worship services, Tuesday night 1st Priority prayer meetings, Wednesday night dinners with Mark at Applebee’s, Friday night movies, chill time with the quad pod) are missed the most.
