Time to recharge

So here I am. Sitting in my den in front of the television. A rising sophomore. How did this happen so quickly?

Finals went well. I passed some of the time during finals week packing my room—never did I think so much stuff could be piled into one room. It was a sad time. Months ago I felt myself longing for the day when I’d be packing up my things to finally come, and there it was, and I wasn’t feeling that at all. Maybe it was the hallmate who, upon walking by my room, insisted he help me carry my stuff to the car, or the test I found in my desk from September, or maybe even the torn shirt I had written all over for Hall Olympics—whatever it was, something held me back. But naturally, the hour came when I headed out Walnut Street for Ithaca, New York, stopping by President Roush’s office for a final conversation and handshake.

We split the 12-hour ride home into two days. I must say, however sad it was to leave Centre, I did love coming home.

Now, I spend my days at my father’s office working for him, driving my brother to and from school, and seeing friends. Just today, almost two weeks after being home, I finished unpacking. 

It’s very nice to be home—no work or stress of that nature, no deadlines, no tests. It’ll be nice to have a few months to recharge, I’m sure of that. In mid-August, though, I think I’ll be pretty charged to head back to lovely Danville, Kentucky.

Until then, enjoy the summer, and thanks for reading my Centre life!