I’m writing this as I get ready to begin travels back home. Nostalgia hits as I see more grey hairs, walk through the student union with memories of this corner, this table, and I realize I’m the person I always wanted to be. Someone I would look to for direction and purpose as a student. Now it seems a bit peculiar that I have reached that particular mountaintop.
Dinner last night was most pleasurable even though I was on my last charge. I met with a couple nascent entrepreneurs and as they were talking, saw myself as I was once trying on different thoughts, getting different views, learning how to approach something and so much more. Lots of ‘stuff’ was running though my head back then.
Except last night I heard questions like “How did you do it? What did you do? What challenges did you have (too many as far as I was concerned, but didn’t answer that way)?” and so many more. It hit me that I was now the big person on campus (read old and experienced), but I would never wish I was back to that time, particularly knowing what I know now. Whew, don’t think I would want to know what was ahead, but I am now fully wearing my experiences and that’s just right.
It feels good going home and recognizing I have achieved something I inadvertently set out to do many years ago and can finish packing with another badge on my sleeve.
