Serendipity

It’s been over a month since I have written. Between friends and family and moving and beginning a new year and work and my sorority and trying to organize my life as advantageously as possible, writing has escaped from me and I do not like it one bit.

I moved this past month. I love my new cozy place. It’s away from campus, it’s near a Walmart, a gym, and {wait for it} . . . a Starbucks. It’s everything that I could want in a home and more, and I take that as a positive sign for how my senior year of college is going to go.

It also has a nice sidewalk and comforting places to go for a run nearby. I’m currently training to run a half-marathon so I’ve been quite adventurous in my neighborhood, finding various routes to presume. As I was running the other evening, my mind {as always} was racing alongside feet. I can’t help but to think of change constantly. Change is a rampant thing throughout my life, and is definitely constant. I know I’ve written about change before, but it’s something that I still struggle to cope with and accept.

My college years leading up to my senior year have been some of the most difficult, challenging, enjoyable, best, and worst times. I know that the college years are like this for everyone. These years allow you to grow in ways in which you never thought were possible, and they lead you down paths in which you never even dreamed of going down. You never know how your life is going to turn out. You never know that what you begin with might not be what you end with.

But sometimes, it just so happens to end up that way. This is serendipity — finding something good without actually looking for it.


r.m.

I ran across this quote from R.M. Drake this morning, and I completely took it to heart. It’s bizarre how your “home” can no longer feel like your “home” anymore. It’s as if you were made for something more disparate, but you just started off at your “home” to help you realize that this is not where you are going to end up. It’s just a stepping stone for where you are headed, even though you might not know that place in which you are headed at all.

This is something that I wish I could tell my freshman year self. I was so caught up in my “home” that I struggled to find a “home away from home” once college began. It takes time to find a familiarity within a new place — I know this.

And now, three years later, I am beginning my last year at the University. I am beginning my last year with my sorority sisters in which I eventually found a “home away from home” with. I am beginning my last year of sorority chapter, sorority recruitment, sorority functions, classes, advising appointments, struggling with a job and studies, living with my roommates, struggling to find a parking spot on campus, rushing through the student body to make it to class on time, eating lunch at the Tri Delta house, intramural sports, homecoming, spending weekends out on Dickson with my friends who are going to move away at the end of this year . . .

Just feel, and if it feels like home, then follow its path. The University, although it took time, came to feel like home to me. Tri Delta, with all of my amazing sorority sisters, began to feel like home to me. Fayetteville, with its gorgeous hiking trails and remarkable scenery, came to feel like home to me. I followed the path of the things that allowed me to create a “home away from home” and before I knew it, I haven’t been to my actual “home” in over two years.

As I was running the other evening, my mind {as always} was racing alongside feet. I can’t help but to think of change constantly. How is it that I have not been “home” in over two years, but yet I have felt at “home” this entire time?

Maybe it’s a place that you encounter. Maybe it’s that feeling of belonging. Maybe it’s that eye-opening moment in which you find that this place holds all of the dreams and desires that you have been longing to take part in for years. Maybe it’s a person that you meet who you feel a sudden connection with. Maybe it’s all of these things wrapped up into one, and you suddenly realize that this is now your “home”. This is serendipity — finding something good without actually looking for it.

As I begin my senior year of college feeling completely at home with the situation that I am in and with the people and events that I am surrounded by, R.M. Drake reminds me of the fact to not think as much as I do when I am on a run.

Just feel, and if it feels like home, then follow its path.

So I am following the path of my senior year with an open mind and a full heart, knowing that God has lead me to Fayetteville for a purpose and for my ambition. The only thing left to do is to fully live out this next year with my friends and family by my side in my “home”.

Cheers to Senior Year!

xoxo,

kodi.

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