Bridging

It has been one year since I last saw my baby blanket before it mysteriously and tragically dissapeared. Since I was still considered a "graduate", I lived in the big bedroom and before my pasport had many stamps. Since I was part of youth group and wore my favorite purple/red shirt that also mysteriously and tragically disspeared (not near as tragic as the baby blanket forever lost with the dryer socks. ) Its been a year since wanting to simplify my life and now actually having it simplified.

It was this thursday last year that I was on an airplane to Budapest Hungary - a place forlorn to my mind. Exactly 365 days ago, to this very hour, I was sitting on an airplane, not sleeping, but waiting, wishing, listening. I dont remember much of that trip, I didnt journal during it or about it, I think my anticipation of the coming days made time pass rather quickly. I do remember that last week home though.... more vivedly than maybe any other, even one of being gone... But today, one year ago, that week was over.

It seems like a long year ago, I guess it was... but six months doesnt seem far from now - not as far as those six months were. How so very different I am today than I was last year. Those anticipated experiences are now past experiences, what a grasping concept. I am sure many of you are tired of me talking about "my trip," but it was a big part of my life, it was my life, and it affects my life still...

I feel I have grown emensly, I jumped out of an airplane so to speak, a jump that took loads of faith, I landed on a bridge, the chain bridge to be exact. That bridge spoke to me and stretched me and moved me. And when I passed it a final time something in me was stiring - and it has been churning ever since. It keeps speaking to me, and wouldnt you know I came home and joined a college group called "The Bridge." Ya, seriously.

I am excited about this bridge too. I took my big adventure, got it out of my system in a way, and now I am home, to dwell and think and be.

What will I be writing today next year?