I'm spending my last few hours at home before going back down to Waco tomorrow morning--packing and thinking.

Mostly I'm thinking of how much I've changed in this past year, and how much has happened since the first time I packed my bags for Baylor. I have made some great friends who I feel will be around for a while. I've survived my first year of research papers and schedule juggling (this gives me a bit of hope--if I did it once, I can do it again...even while being a CL and trying to figure out my life.) I've made some mistakes, and hopefully I will learn from them. I have finally found a church that feels like home (UBC, if you're wondering.) I have found some favorite places in Waco that I've missed this summer--and I thought Waco could never grow on me.

These thoughts perpetuate the anticipation I already feel about moving back--how much more will my life be filled by the time I am packing my bags yet again for Wacko Waco? What will I be writing about a year from now? It's a wild question for me, without, of course, a real answer. So I guess I'll leave it up to the air for now and go back to packing...