As much as I hate to admit it, I was wrong. I thought schedules would slow down with the new year, but somehow they’ve become busier?
BUT, there’s a twinkling light at the end of the tunnel and we just might have a few weeks of peace and quiet soon.
The past few weeks have been a blur of festivals, church events, dinners with friends, a special visit from my college friends, and even a Red’s game. And lots and lots of honeycrisp apples.
The visit with old friends was like balm for my soul. We’ve been blessed with wonderful post-college friendships in Dayton (oddly enough, many of them are with people we went to college with but didn’t know in college), but there’s something to be said about the friends you’ve lived with, fought with, danced with, survived break-ups with, got married with, and so on. The friends who pass you a granola bar when you’re cranky out of hunger. The ones that require no censorship, because let’s be honest, if they put up with you in a dorm room, they can put up with you anywhere. The ones that text you at work to let you know they helped themselves to your wardrobe.
We joked about how hard it is to make friends after college, and we attribute it to no longer living, breathing, sleeping, studying, doing everything with the same group once college is over. But to be honest, I like my post-college independence and wouldn’t want to go back.
That’s why I’m equally grateful for the community of friends (and family, but that’s a given) that we’ve found here in post-grad life. We may not get to comfort each other through break-ups or after a bad exam grade or have dance parties in the bathroom, but we do get to support each other through marital ups and downs, job and grad school woes, ministry opportunities, parenting dilemmas, and whatever else.
It’s all about growing where you’re planted, right?