3 more days. Just 3 more days before I head back down to Muncie. The anxiety which comes with returning is mounting already; not much I can do here but patiently count down the days until I'm back on familiar ground, with so much dedication & support to give, so many stories to tell, other stories as yet untold...Soon I will be back home where my heart has always belonged, where my heart is, was, always will be.
Soon I will make up for lost time, where a visit back to the frat would do me some good. No longer will I carry the impression that I'm too cool/too good to pay the house a much-needed visit; this return is long overdue & I'm going to make the most of my return. The rest of my time on Sunday is left to speak for itself & by golly, it's going to be an awesome day overall to spend as only I know how. But a visit to my frat, first & foremost, wouldn't hurt; the timing couldn't be more right on for me to head back down & see how things are going over @ Sigs. One thing which I cannot show toward my fellow Greeks is a selective amnesia, that is to say, a forgetfulness about Greek life (yass, even my own fraternity) which chooses to rear its head at will (with the exception of Homecoming Weekend which'll be fodder for another journal entry). On Sunday, once more, my old residence for 1 1/2 years will come back into view; the initiative to enter these four walls of Greek bliss is mine & mine alone.
Until then, I'm waiting out three more days patiently, not because it's the weekend but because it's time to get back to the heart of all things Greek, the frat included.
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