Mental Constipation

I don’t suppose I’ve ever been much of a real blogger.  There was a brief span of time when I poured my adolescent thoughts into a long-discarded blog…but even then I spent more time deciding which header I wanted rather than actually writing anything. For whatever reason though, I’ve resolved upon taking up blogging again.

I’m painfully inconsistent, but I tell myself that the stars are in alignment, and THIS TIME it will work.

I complete my junior year of college in little less than two weeks. I wish I could call myself excited, but to be totally honest…I’m just exhausted. My collegiate zeal has petered out, and all I can think about is tubing down the Maury River, and reigniting my unrequited relationship with apple flavored cream soda. In addition to summer thoughts, I’m working on wrapping my mind around the fact that in 46 days I will live in Pittsburgh.

I have lived in Virginia since I was 7 years old. I love the warm, sticky summers, the bold, brightly colored autumns and the sweet cool breezes that bring the spring after winter subsides. This is my home in so many ways, and I am realizing more and more that I am going to be painfully homesick for my dear little valley.

We can’t ever predict how things unfold I guess. But the more I think about it the more I become just a little more excited to turn the next page.