Musings

It's bad, guys. I ask "has anyone seen my keys?", "where is my wallet?", "do you know where I left my inhaler?", and the ever-classic "where on earth did I park my car???" It's ridiculous. Fortunately, I have friends and family who help me keep up with my belongings.

Though several things slip my mind, there are a few things I doubt I'll ever forget. One time, when I was little, I put ear muffs on a box of crackers because my mom told me the mouse trap behind the fridge was going to make a loud pop. I didn't want the box of crackers to be startled. When I was in elementary school, my teacher gave me an acronym to help me remember cardinal directions: "Never Eat Shredded Wheat." The most random jewel floating around in my brain is that basketballs have approximately 35,000 dots on them. Why do I remember these things? I have no idea. If you figure it out, please explain.

Yesterday, at around 7 pm, I drove away from my home of almost a year. Before I turned the key in my ignition, I looked at my former apartment's window, and wept. Apartment 411 will always hold a special place in my heart. It was the place I burned an entire pan of brownies. It's where Catie and I would hold our 2 am conversations in the hallway; where T and I prayed for each other, where Rascal and I pretended to be dinosaurs, and where C-Tina and I became the female version of a bromance. We became sisters in this apartment, and I can't express in words how amazing this group of women are. They are beautiful, strong, intelligent, women of God. I love them with the whole of my heart.


I thought about these things as I gazed at my apartment window. We certainly were a family, weren't we? Ask any of them, and they will tell you the same. We were, and are, a family of sorts. No matter what happens at the end of the day, no matter how many stupid decisions we make, no matter where we all end up; we are a family.

I'm sorry for all of the mush. It just makes me happy to realize this "ending" is not actually the end. Sure, this is the closing of one chapter, but there are so many new things left for us to weather; and for us to rejoice over.

I may always lose my keys, and I may never remember the location of my wallet, but there are people and moments in my life that I will not forget. To my friends, those acquired at LSU
I will never forget you. Forever implanted in my heart, you're right up there with crackers and shredded wheat. I love you, and I thank God for the roles you play in my life. God bless you all in your endeavors.

Hand in hand, let's begin our next big adventures together.

Peace,
Elizabeth