A lot

I’m on my way to Nashville,the land of country music and I don’t know what else. Right now, I’m suspended over some fluffy looking white clouds and am about to descend into Dallas for my flight connection. The stewardess mentioned something about a change in flight connections, but I’m sure I’ll figure that out when I get down there. Probably doesn’t have anything to do with me anyway (hope so). Gotta land, be right back!

Okay. So now I’m on my second flight (everything worked out swimmingly), headed into the heart of Nashville. Should be there in less than two hours. This will be kinda a weird blog; its probably just gonna be a bunch of random thoughts compounding this last week (grad week) and whatever else I feel like. Ha!

(first thought) So. now that It’s all over with, looking back is interesting. Quick pictures flash through my mind. I can glimpse parts from the senior’s slide shows, all the people in front of me as I sit and they applaud, the after banquet party, playing pool, talking with good friends and then grad day----looking at the crowd of expectant faces as I walk through them, then giving my speech (embarrassing myself?) and staying up to eat three mini-burgers. Then skip ahead a little, finish packing all my stuff, (things I haven’t touched since fourth grade), driving up to El Paso, saying goodbye to my house, my city. My home! Then today, say goodbye to mom and dad, who have been by my side since, well, you know when.

(second thought) On my last flight, I sat next to a pleasant nasally voiced elderly woman. We didn’t talk much but towards the end of the flight, we started chatting about this and that. Half the time I wasn’t really sure what she was saying, she acted like I was part of her everyday life and new about all the things and places she was referring to. But why I bring this up is one thing she said to me. She mentioned that her son is an air-traffic controller. She said, “Our son is...” not “mine” but “our.” And it struck me, “what would that be like?” To have someone you’re so close to, even though he (for me she) isn’t present, you still include them in your conversations with strangers as if they were there. As if you are both the same person. Even though that day may come late for me, or never come, I look forward to it, if it does.

(third thought) Death Cab for Cutie won’t watch me die. But who will?

(fourth thought) Would God let two-hundred people die, just to gain the attention of one person who doesn’t know Him? I don’t know.

(fifth thought) I miss my friends. Isaac buddy, times have been awesome. I’m gonna miss you. (i’ll probably be in nashville) Emily, three years, through thick and thin, who’s gonna plan my life? (maybe you can do it long distance) Christy, who in NYC is gonna bring pictionary to Starbucks and make quirky maps? (thanksgiving plans must happen)

This is long.