head:heart

It didn't quite hit me that when everyone around me moved their tassel to the other side of their cap, that they were actually taking the next step. I didn't quite comprehend that packing up my room and helping people move things to their cars meant that some of those cars would never again drive back the same way. I mean, I knew all along that they were graduating, that they were moving, that they were getting married and going to grad school or internships across the country. I understood that "home" was only Biola for a select set of months - a small amount of time in the larger scheme of things. But even so, despite all of the head knowledge about these transitions, I didn't feel as if things would change that much. My heart didn't ache. Now, however, I can feel the weight.

The head knowledge of people moving on has finally connected with the heart that didn't want to admit that this transition may be one of the most difficult I have had to face. Head:Heart. It's always this connection that gets me; always the one that takes me by surprise and knocks me off of my feet.

But I'll continue to run the race, press onward toward the goal and look at this time next year - when I will be doing my own moving.