On Milledgeville anew...
I'm "home"
After a series of delays (which ultimately added up to over three hours) I returned to my home on Jefferson street just before 2:00 on Monday morning. Exuasted from a week's worth of over-indulgence in Baton Rouge and completely unprepared to re-start my semester in a hit-the-ground-running fashion, I awoke and opened my blinds to find that all of the cherry blossoms in Milledgeville had come into bloom, as if over night. This first sunlit glimpse of the city--a stark contrast to the chilly, 45-degree weather I'd encountered upon my arrival in Atlanta--aided in decreasing the heavily anticipated sense of the blues that will always be my cross to bear following an extended holiday. Like my inner child curling into the fetal position within me, I could feel the dread of my return to reality even before Mike drove me back to the Baton Rouge airport. And it grew and grew while I sat trapped on the tarmac for an hour and a half, and grew further still while I waited an extra hour for Nathan to pick me up at Hartsfield-Jackson. But I suppose that this is just the way it works, or at least the way I work. I can still remember a lot of times spent silently wishing I could've stayed in San Antonio every time I'd return to LSU, and it seems the song remains the same for grad school. Oh well, as with everything else in life, once my sense of routine is reinstated, things will quickly fall back into place.
Although it was incredibly satisfying, I can't deny that my week in Baton Rouge has left me drained instead of refreshed, as I'd originally hoped. What's worse is, thanks to Georgia College's late spring break, I'm only here for another month before leaving again in May. I guess this isn't such a big deal or anything, but, to me, it seems somewhat absurd to return from a vacation only to take another one a few weeks later. So it goes.
A word for a moment on my trip to Baton Rouge. All in all, I don't feel foolish in saying that it was one of the happiest and most enjoyable weeks of my life. Seeing my best friends there reminded me how much they all mean to me, and how much a part of each others' lives we are and always will be. Though I'm decently satisfied with the fact none of us are as out of control as we once were, it still felt nice to take a bit of step backwards, let off some steam, and act like a complete buffoon. Unlike the better part of my experiences with over-hyping events on the horizon, my trip back to LSU not only met, but exceeded my wildest expectations for success. God bless those people.
Anyway, I suppose my return to Milledgeville is neither a good nor bad thing--it simply is what it is. Oh, life, like Chinese checkers, you're a game I'll never understand.
After a series of delays (which ultimately added up to over three hours) I returned to my home on Jefferson street just before 2:00 on Monday morning. Exuasted from a week's worth of over-indulgence in Baton Rouge and completely unprepared to re-start my semester in a hit-the-ground-running fashion, I awoke and opened my blinds to find that all of the cherry blossoms in Milledgeville had come into bloom, as if over night. This first sunlit glimpse of the city--a stark contrast to the chilly, 45-degree weather I'd encountered upon my arrival in Atlanta--aided in decreasing the heavily anticipated sense of the blues that will always be my cross to bear following an extended holiday. Like my inner child curling into the fetal position within me, I could feel the dread of my return to reality even before Mike drove me back to the Baton Rouge airport. And it grew and grew while I sat trapped on the tarmac for an hour and a half, and grew further still while I waited an extra hour for Nathan to pick me up at Hartsfield-Jackson. But I suppose that this is just the way it works, or at least the way I work. I can still remember a lot of times spent silently wishing I could've stayed in San Antonio every time I'd return to LSU, and it seems the song remains the same for grad school. Oh well, as with everything else in life, once my sense of routine is reinstated, things will quickly fall back into place.
Although it was incredibly satisfying, I can't deny that my week in Baton Rouge has left me drained instead of refreshed, as I'd originally hoped. What's worse is, thanks to Georgia College's late spring break, I'm only here for another month before leaving again in May. I guess this isn't such a big deal or anything, but, to me, it seems somewhat absurd to return from a vacation only to take another one a few weeks later. So it goes.
A word for a moment on my trip to Baton Rouge. All in all, I don't feel foolish in saying that it was one of the happiest and most enjoyable weeks of my life. Seeing my best friends there reminded me how much they all mean to me, and how much a part of each others' lives we are and always will be. Though I'm decently satisfied with the fact none of us are as out of control as we once were, it still felt nice to take a bit of step backwards, let off some steam, and act like a complete buffoon. Unlike the better part of my experiences with over-hyping events on the horizon, my trip back to LSU not only met, but exceeded my wildest expectations for success. God bless those people.
Anyway, I suppose my return to Milledgeville is neither a good nor bad thing--it simply is what it is. Oh, life, like Chinese checkers, you're a game I'll never understand.