As one adventure in our lives ends, another begins, pushing us every forward. Much like the front of my journal declares "Life is a series of thousands of tiny miracles" (Mike Greenberg). My current adventure has been the journey of returning to life as a college student. This journey is occasionally a simple scenic path, and often a steep uphill climb.
Some adjustments are easy to make. I've quickly readjusted to my former sleep pattern, going to bed late and waking up later. I've also found adjusting to the state of being busy and having lots of homework has been rather simple. Sliding back into being a student went smoothly and I'm beginning to feel again like I understand (to a degree) who I am.
Other adjustments have been significantly more problematic. I frequently wander around the apartment trying to find my companion, only to recall that I don't have one. It's strange how alone one can feel when they don't have someone who is assigned to remain with them 24/7. Speaking English is an unexpected challenge. It fortunately is a rare one, but thoughts still come out of my mouth sometimes before all the words are verified as being English.
It's fun: the challenge, the difficulty, the adventure. My path isn't particularly clear, and I don't know what's around each turn. But I know that the destination will be beautiful.
