It was approximately 10 a.m. and I had an hour left before work. With newly dried hair and an outfit already picked out, I shuffled around my closet...ahem, room looking for something to do. I tap, tap, tapped the volume key on my beloved companion, Mr. MacBook Pro, and sighed when the highest level was insufficient for my listening enjoyment...
Then, as you might imagine, the light was switched on! The amazing subwoofer! The cute little speakers! Epiphany!
Hence, my satisfied ears as I sit here scribbling some words to you.
The countdown has begun. I have one week till I am back on Colorado soil. It has been a short two and a half weeks since I last left, and I must admit, I am a bit bummed about my quick return. Easter Break came too soon, for in a few short weeks, I'll be drowing in exams and preparation for finals, and my mind will be dreaming of the Colorado sunshine that is such a jewel to me. Frankly, I'm shocked at my feelings towards Gordon. Only a few weeks ago, I WAS transferring. There was no questioning for me; I had all but moved into a random DU dorm room and claimed it as my own. I was set on leaving Massachusetts.
God works in mysterious ways, though, for as I stepped out of Jenks Library today onto the smooshed, brown quad, I couldn't help but laugh at how much I feel at home. What changed? Well, the answer is found in one simple word: Maine. Maine changed everything my friends. In actuality, Maine was merely a destination for me and some newly-found friends from the Gordon Rock Gym. We were climbing one Tuesday in February and the question was asked in my general direction: do you want to go to Maine?
Me: Maine? Where in Maine?
Holly: L.L. Bean
Me: When?
Holly: Tomorrow
Me: Oh, I have class till 9pm. (This was said with a sad tone)
Holly: Yeah, I can't go till about 10pm. L.L. Bean is open 24 hours.
(Me thinking: An all night adventure to a state I've never been before, to a store whose catalog I religously get in the mail upon moving to New England, with friends that make me laugh harder than I ever have since moving all the way here?... Hell yes!)
Me: Sure!
The road trip was a blast, as you can imagine. But what the real significant change took place in my heart. I had finally found a family. It was not just the common interests or the jokes we make about slack-lining mishaps, it's the encouragement given. The mentality I stumbled upon is only of encouragement and positive conversation. I've never enjoyed learning more. I have immersed myself in a simple, healthy lifestyle that only breeds confidence. So, maybe it was the rock gym that changed everything. Or the people I've come to know and hold so dear to my heart. But in actuality, it was the God upon who I call above all else, my friend, my confidant, the lover of my soul who knows all my deepest secrets and is devoted to me just the same.
Who would have ever thought that I would make the North Shore of Boston my home? I am just a western girl, who gazed upon the foothills of the Rocky Mountains everyday of her life, who lived a mile high in the sky and said goodnight to fire-blazed sunsets... And yet, I look out at the tall pine's swaying in the strong winds that blow the smell of salt in from the Atlantic, and hear the crusty, nasal accents of the Puritanical New England-er's, I realize this was all made for me. I fit like a lost puzzle piece here. I might be quirky around the edges, but I'm the brightly colored piece you peg for a fit right away.
So, this is what you call life.
"Just live." -Caitlin
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