I have some confessions. They mostly have to do with how much I’m packing into my two suitcases and backpack to take back to school with me this afternoon. I’m not only bringing sweaters and pants and warm clothing such as scarves, mittens, and my winter coat. I’m also bringing peanut butter pretzels and Gevalia coffee, Trader Joe’s hand soap, earmuffs, two aprons, and more coffee mugs. Plus, my fake Uggs and the cleaning cloth for Matilda (she’s been needing a dusting and a de-fingerprinting for a while).
And I further confess that in the excess of things (much of which was given to me by my mother… she’s in on this too), most of it is blue. Blue suitcases, blue backpack. Blue jeans, blue new shirts, blue journal, blue pattern on the pink mittens. I’m even wearing two shades of blue right now as I write this and try to stuff yet another pair of shoes into my suitcase.
You could say I’m just trying to take as much of home with me as I can. And I think that would be an accurate assumption. That’s probably what I’m trying to do. I’m taking my favorite pretzels and coffee to make my diet more similar. I’m bringing the cold weather attire that I know well because it’ll bring back memories of Minnesota winters.
I can’t bring my literal home with me. It’s just not practical to fly an entire building to Chicago when I have a perfectly nice 15 x 15 foot space to live in with Kathryn. Sure, it’s been nice to take bubble baths and shower without wearing flip-flops and have a immaculately clean bathroom to myself. I’ve enjoyed the luxury (yes, it is a luxury) of walking ten feet to a fully stocked kitchen and baking cookies with my mom. I’ve savored the hugs and chatting over coffee and pumpkin waffles in the morning with my parents. There was such soul comfort in getting to wrap my arms around the people I spent years with in school here, and hearing about their experiences bridged the physical gap well.
You could say I’m a little bit blue myself to leave home after such a short time here. Fortunately, the next month holds a lot of family. It will only be one month (actually, exactly from yesterday) til I’m home again for Thanksgiving and my dad’s 30th birthday (again…. weird how that keeps happening). And in just two short weeks, I’ll be in Holland, MI to visit my dear sister for the weekend.
And, as we already know, I’m not leaving alone. I’m taking Jesus back to Chicago with me. He’s my most intimate traveling companion. We’re going to the Humphrey terminal after lunch this afternoon, then we’ll go to Chicago and head back to North Park.
I’m pretty thankful for that. I’ve got a good travel buddy.