New Year. New School. Old Friends.

           This morning I decided to take a little advice from a friend. The probably flippant comment, "Lou, you should start a blog. I'd read it.." got me thinking that starting the year 2012 at a new college might - hopefully - supply some memories and stories to share. Right now though the only thing I have to share is a little bit about myself and who I want to be. After waking up this morning to a new smell, the type of smell that makes you realize that you're not home, I quickly jumped into my car, called my mom, and had a meltdown. I started spewing sentences out of my mouth like, "Don't leave me here", "I can't do this", "I have no one". I was feeling hopeless and alone. I know - MAYBE - two people at this school and don't even know them that well. What was I thinking in leaving everything I had to come to Winfield, KS for no reason? Wait... what WAS I thinking? This place could have so many opportunities for me and I didn't feel drawn to this place last September for no reason. God must have a plan for me here. I have always been the one to think I know what's right for me and maybe now is the time to let God lead me.

           After getting off the phone with my mom I realized that if my attitude was that I was going to miserable here then I probably would be. I marched myself right over to the student life office and got transferred into Cole Hall, which apparently is the social-butterfly dorm. Probably because it's mostly filled with freshman girls. I then went to get my student ID and laptop. When the office assistant gave me my laptop he also gave me a Southwestern College coffee cup and told me where I could get it filled for a discount. Any place that understands the need for coffee can't be THAT bad. Oh, the tech guy also told me that if I ever had a problem with my mac I could come in and ask for him and he would take a look at it. He's apple certified, thank goodness. I don't know how long I am going to be able to use this Toshiba I was given.
           I am now listening to Florence & the Machine, drinking coffee, and waiting to get into my new dorm room. Which by the way, I get all to myself. I'm not saying that I won't have another meltdown about being here, but I'm going to try my best to be content where I am. Someone told me recently, "Perspectives aside... You will never be fulfilled or happy without satisfaction in Christ." True dat.

Almost forgot. The technical term for a cat’s hairball is a “bezoar.” You're welcome.