The elusive “they” say that college is the best time of your life. I don’t know about the best, but I can definitely say that the college years were great.
On our way to Chicago, we stopped at Andrews University, a school some of our friends attended. Just the idea of going to their college made me reminisce about my days at Pacific Union College. I missed it. It’s not that I want to go back. I can’t. It’s a place in a time that has passed. Or a time in a place. Whatever it is, it can’t be relived. Replicated, yes, but never truly experienced again exactly as it was. It’s memories now; there’s no returning to it.
This reminds me of the scene in Garden State where Zach Braff’s character talks about how the concept of home changes for you once you leave a place you call home and then return. “It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist.”
I’ve had several homes and roommates over the years. I’ve experienced multiple transitions and different living situations, and I’m coming up on another transitional period again. As uncertainty creeps into my home life again, I find myself feeling tinges of sadness, knowing that this chapter is ending.
Things will change. This isn’t bad. It’s life, but I still feel a sort of sadness (and a little panic) about the inevitable changes. There is an excitement as well though.
I can’t and wouldn’t want to stay in any moment forever—that wouldn’t be living. Life is a compilation of moments that create your memories. So may we live wholeheartedly in every moment we are given and make the best memories that we can.