Recently, I was made fun of, albeit lovingly, for blogging and the likely possibility that no one gives a shit about what I deem worthy enough to write about.  True as that reality may be, my voice has found its way back to its rightful owner and here I am again. There is something so simultaneously therapeutic and challenging about writing and shaping thought seedlings into mature strings of consciousness.  So, I suppose just as any writer endeavors to do, I shall write for myself and cling tight to the hope that others will benefit from it in some way, shape, or form.

As my last posts have archived, last week was Alpha Phi Senior Week in Lincoln, Nebraska.  It was a long, emotional, busy, unforgettable week for my pledge class and myself.  So, that’s it I guess.  Now all we have left is dead and finals weeks.  It’s odd that I’m just days away from being a college graduate, yet I feel like I still have SO much to learn, absorb, do, see, etc.  One night last week, one of my dearest friends mentioned that she finds it hard to cope with this pesky feeling of restlessness, like she’s always searching for something. 

I know this scratchy, nagging feeling all too well.  Restless people have a hard time settling, being content with the here and now.  I find it to be both a blessing and a curse at the same time.  It pushes you to reach for more and try harder, yet it also enables you to take good things for granted.  In an attempt to satiate (at least temporarily) my restless desires, I am moving to Spain in less than two months.  Besides a handful of quality people, I will have no one in Barcelona.  This is one of the downsides of letting your restlessness cloud your frontal lobe. 

Nevertheless, I think restless people have more adventures.  So to my dear friend who is getting a little stir crazy lately, fear not.  You have to do things on your own time, not someone else’s.  This extra year in the heartland will help set you up for future success elsewhere.  Your restless nature is just one of the many things I love about you.  Mark my words, we will have our studio apartment one day.

“I’m restless as the devil & have a horror of getting fat or falling in love & growing domestic.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald 

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