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Well, I am back in my dorm room now after spending an incredible weekend with Katy in Dayton. Let me just say now that Katy is doing quite well for herself at school. After meeting her friends from the dorm, the boys, and THE boy, I can honestly say that college really is the place for Katy. She has flourished, and it is just another instance where I am impressed. Impressed, and a little jealous. I could go into the details of the weekend, but Katy would really be the only person who knew what I was talking about and whom I was referring to. Instead, I want to address what it was that I felt the entire weekend.
The first stop we made upon entering Dayton was at the boys’ house. I think five boys live there, but I only met four of them…and these guys are so fun, it is amazing. I felt comfortable instantly and wasn’t even afraid to be alone with them when Katy would leave the room. I never felt like an outsider and I never felt inferior. I suppose I could simply pat myself on the back for being social or friendly and the like, but I attribute more of this to the fact that Katy’s boys are simply good people. Albeit, they can’t wash dishes to save their soul and they play video games that I just don’t understand, but they are friendly and accommodating and social and I appreciated it all. Katy’s friends from the dorm are also a friendly group who welcome new faces with open arms and warm smiles. This is true on most of the campus, as I kept exclaiming to Katy, “I can’t get over how FRIENDLY everyone is here!” I wasn’t sure how I was going to react when we were driving back to Oxford today. Katy and Joe kept referring to it as, “taking Alexis home”, for that is what Dayton is to them. For me, though, Oxford is simply a place of residence while I am in school. It isn’t home. I don’t hate it as much as I once did, but I certainly don’t feel the same way about Oxford and they do about Dayton, and that is a little sad to me. Something was different for me this time, though. I always cry when I know I have to come back to Oxford, but there was no threat of tears today, nor do I feel that they will come. On the drive back today, I thought about things I had to finish for the upcoming week. I thought about the people I would see and the weekly activities in which I would partake. Waves of sadness washed over my body when I knew that Katy would be leaving for school again and I would be sans any of my best friends for another month, but those waves were followed by the realization that being at Miami is something that I need to do. I don’t complain and I don’t cry, because it won’t make time pass any quicker and it certainly doesn’t make things any easier. I just suck it up – and I am okay with that. Seeing Katy this weekend was one of the best things for me. I missed her so much and being with her and seeing that she is doing just fine for herself was rewarding in and of itself. The memories from this weekend and the stunning realization that I really am okay down here will be enough to get me through the next few weeks until I am home again in a month. Until then…
Can't explain all the feelings that you're making me feel
Touching you, touching me
I believe in a thing called love
I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
Touching you, touching me
I believe in a thing called love
Touching you, touching me
I believe in a thing called love The Darkness, “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” |