Did you know that college is demanding? I did, and yet I tried to start a blog anyways.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Terrible Timing
I've been blogging on and off since I was fourteen. What does a fourteen year old even have to blog about? Now I'm a sophomore in college and the irony is that I feel as though I have less of importance to say than I did when I was fourteen.
Anyways, today is my first day back to it. I survived a long distance relationship status for an entire summer. It was informative. I discovered part of myself and learned even more about my Beau. We got promise rings over the summer. Our plan is to be married a few weeks after graduation. The anticipation grows a little more every day. I spent too many hours in tears while we were apart. I am grateful to be back in the same vicinity as him. To see him every morning and have breakfast brings so much joy to my tired heart. I wait in joyful anticipation for Monday morning, when we'll again dine on powdered eggs, tough bacon, crispy biscuits, and weak, watery coffee and bask in the presence of each other.
Arriving on campus yesterday was wonderful. I surprised Beau. He didn't know I was coming yesterday; he expected me today. A dear friend with lovely hazel eyes and the lovely dark skin of a bohemian gypsy agreed to help me surprise Beau. We'll call her S. We waited for Beau to get off of work. We dawdled, stalled, killed time. Eventually the time rolled around for Beau to walk back to his dorm from his desk job. Having spent the day with Freshman, his feet dragged and he took his sweet time arriving at the dorm building. His building has a staircase on either end. As he walked to his room on the third floor, S and I crossed the opposite direction on the bottom floor to the stairs on the opposing end. I heard his voice and my heart leapt and I could feel the past three weeks of loneliness pulsing through my veins. He had a pit stop at the bathroom before he made it to his dorm room. S and I darted into his room and eased the door shut behind us. My heart beat in my ears like a kick drum. I waited for his inevitable return to his room, but between his fatigue and my anticipation, the minutes passed at an achingly non-benevolent crawl. Eventually I heard chatting outside the door. my Beau and S's beau, G, were conversing in a non-chalant manner consistent with their haste in reaching the door.
I slid down the wall, ducking behind a dresser. Waiting. The door creaked open and the two meandered into the room. I sprung from behind the dresser and said, "boo!" Expecting a burst of excitement or at least an exclamation from Beau, I was taken aback by the blank, deer-in-the-headlights look he returned to me. Eventually rocking into action, I was finally caught up in the warm hug that I've loved so much. I could finally touch him again, feel his warmth, hug him back, tightly.
Yesterday was a good day.
Anyways, today is my first day back to it. I survived a long distance relationship status for an entire summer. It was informative. I discovered part of myself and learned even more about my Beau. We got promise rings over the summer. Our plan is to be married a few weeks after graduation. The anticipation grows a little more every day. I spent too many hours in tears while we were apart. I am grateful to be back in the same vicinity as him. To see him every morning and have breakfast brings so much joy to my tired heart. I wait in joyful anticipation for Monday morning, when we'll again dine on powdered eggs, tough bacon, crispy biscuits, and weak, watery coffee and bask in the presence of each other.
Arriving on campus yesterday was wonderful. I surprised Beau. He didn't know I was coming yesterday; he expected me today. A dear friend with lovely hazel eyes and the lovely dark skin of a bohemian gypsy agreed to help me surprise Beau. We'll call her S. We waited for Beau to get off of work. We dawdled, stalled, killed time. Eventually the time rolled around for Beau to walk back to his dorm from his desk job. Having spent the day with Freshman, his feet dragged and he took his sweet time arriving at the dorm building. His building has a staircase on either end. As he walked to his room on the third floor, S and I crossed the opposite direction on the bottom floor to the stairs on the opposing end. I heard his voice and my heart leapt and I could feel the past three weeks of loneliness pulsing through my veins. He had a pit stop at the bathroom before he made it to his dorm room. S and I darted into his room and eased the door shut behind us. My heart beat in my ears like a kick drum. I waited for his inevitable return to his room, but between his fatigue and my anticipation, the minutes passed at an achingly non-benevolent crawl. Eventually I heard chatting outside the door. my Beau and S's beau, G, were conversing in a non-chalant manner consistent with their haste in reaching the door.
I slid down the wall, ducking behind a dresser. Waiting. The door creaked open and the two meandered into the room. I sprung from behind the dresser and said, "boo!" Expecting a burst of excitement or at least an exclamation from Beau, I was taken aback by the blank, deer-in-the-headlights look he returned to me. Eventually rocking into action, I was finally caught up in the warm hug that I've loved so much. I could finally touch him again, feel his warmth, hug him back, tightly.
Yesterday was a good day.
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