For reasons beyond me, the last few days have been just as empowering as they have been tumultuous. I think I try too hard to make sense of things some times. Or at least that's what my mom keeps telling me. The day of my departure I kicked off early with a yoga session with one of my roommates. She seemed quite surprised, maybe even perplexed, when I aired the idea but we cleared the living room and hopped to it. She pulled up a video on her laptop, two mats, a "pain block", and there we were for the next 30 minutes getting limber to the dorky voice of an internet chakra guru. It was truly wonderful, all apprehensions aside. Directly following, we invited a close friend of ours and cooked up quite a large breakfast-for-lunch. The goal was to empty out the fridge before we headed out and all the food goes bad-- and I think we accomplished that. We even accidentally set a napkin or two on fire and screamed a little, yet somehow my roommate never noticed a thing.
The meal was accompanied by the "Rhythms of Africa" album and was truly delicious. But much to my chagrin, it was then high time for me to "hoof it" to my mandatory stadium job before the food coma could set in. At first it sucked but once I got the drill in my hands I didn't mind. Though to be honest, I probably spent more time playing the air guitar than actually removing and stacking seats. Who's to say? It felt so right to play classic rock tunes and basically punch-dance out all my emotions like that scene from Hot Rod.
Showering and then shuffling home was surprisingly sobering. It wasn't until then that I considered that I would really be missed. Throw into the mix that I received a messenger bird from my ex-girlfriend that I was not expecting even a little, and I had an immaculate foundation for quite the pensive drive home. Still way too much singing though. I will be surprised if by graduation senior year I'm not a bonafide song bird. I sure hope I am. I used to always marvel at the dads in the church crowds who sang to themselves so beautifully, belonging on the stage but choosing the seats.
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