The tossing around of garments in the dryer. A warm pile of whites beneath my toes. The empty suitcase. Lotions, shampoo, toothpaste in the corner. What’s the allowable liquid amount again? I can never remember.
Travel.
Nice to see you again, although why’s it always so late when I prepare for you?
I leave for the airport in two days. That doesn't seem like too short of a time, but I am supposed to pack up everything I own here by tomorrow (i think)... And yes, my suitcase and my hanging clothes thing and my other suitcase now sit naked across my floor. I feel slightly paralyzed because I do not honestly believe it is possible to get everything out the door packed neatly in little boxes.
There’s something about packing at late hours that attracts me. Maybe it’s that I’m disorganized, but I’m not so convinced. I love the silence.
The time to think and anticipate the coming days with faces I don’t often get to see. Something about folding wilted laundry into perfect squares (Okay, that’s a big fat lie. There’s no folding when I pack. One and only one motion occurs: the glorified shove.) while simultaneously planning when it will be worn, around whom, and in what circumstances. Packing cards to give to those who I desire to write a note to. A really good juicy pen. if you don't know what i mean...the difference between a juicy pen and a plain old regular pen is kind of like the difference between a mac and a dell. the mac is simply smoother. you want to touch the keys. it makes you excited to type and work and produce something--just like a good juicy pen :)
I love the silence because my anticipation of travel…the people, the meals, the sights, the love…keeps me company while I pack.
Well, it's off to Texas for only a few short days. but a few days that I will cherish every minute of...
off to graduate from college
to see friends and family
to breath in the, dare I say 'beloved' Aggieland air
to squeeze my Daddy's neck
to snuggle with my Momma on the couch
Oh Praise the Lord! I thought I'd never say it...
Texas, my Texas, I'm coming home to you.
6 comments:
Hey I can appreciate a good pen as much as the next guy, but was it really necessary to bash Dell so harshly? You made what is normally a Mac vs. PC battle into a Mac vs. Dell bout... which hurt a little.
Have fun in Texas!
D.O. I have actually never owned a mac, but have only ever had a dell. does this make my comment more legit?
i'm just saying...there is no doubt that, to me, the difference feels just like the difference of a juicy pen and a dry pen
(but really i admit I know nothing of technology so i recognize my analogy lacks credibility) haha :)
are you still in Tejas, D.O.?
emily, i am about to be in the midst of packing also, and am wondering how i´m going to fit everything back in my suitcases without paying huge amounts of fees.
but more than this, i am anxiously awaiting the same things...hugging my family, seeing faces i haven´t seen in months, and taking in the sweet aggieland.
i´m so happy you are about to enjoy the pleasures of home once again. i hope to see you before you are off on your next journey.
em! ahhh i can't wait to just know you are in texas. i'm so excited for you to be here. I'm already praying God makes your days here supernaturally multiplied in length!
can I have your autograph?
I'm so glad you're home! I hope I get to see you sometime over the break.
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