Crawling, Crawling, Crawling Home

Just returned from the state Speech and Debate tournament. It was really fun and nostalgic. State is always at Mizzou's campus. This morning I sat awaiting my judging assignment where I sat right before my final round when I was sixteen years old. That's really cute, isn't it?


Awwww! Me becoming a state champ in HS!

I liked being at Mizzou this weekend. College towns are fun, and even moreso when you know you're moving to one soon. A hot and pretty one at that. My LANTA, I'm so excited. Don't get me wrong, I loved my college experience. My teeny student population on a clifftop, but I'm ready for something new. And did I mention warm?

"It just occured to me that you are moving from Elsa to Tempe...which, in my head, is like moving from Florida to Saturn."--Henne

So often these tiny choices we make explode into huge opportunities or failures. You might have Fall Quarter of junior year free and take a chance on Japan and discover a lifelong passion for the place. Or, you might have a bad day when you first try t-ball and never be athletic again. But sometimes it feels like every single fiber of your being is crawling to something. That's how I feel about Arizona. Since my family stepped off the plane in December of 2005, I feel like each freckle and eyelash, each grain of sand and adobe home has been tugging me back to the desert.

I've been slowly crawling there for six years. I didn't know I would be back so soon, but I couldn't be happier. I know I talk about this a lot on this here blog, but, what can I say, it's important to celebrate this stuff.

I'm coming home from the hardest year. I'm making plans not to make plans while I'm here.