The End of an Era

I am officially out of the Vanderbilt system, now. How weird...

And I am entrenched, without fully being entrenched, in life at Belmont and I love it. It's busy and I get home later than usual and we have to juggle things like going to the bank and the grocery store and the post office in ways we're not accustomed to. But - and here's the biggest thing - I come home happy. Happy in the way that it felt as an undergrad when my whole life was Orientation and another hour in the office was not even something I'd blink an eye at.

Nowadays, Cliff and I sit at the dinner table for an hour and a half talking about our days, telling stories, and revelling in the stresses and joys of being where we are. Starting tomorrow, I will spend more than twelve hours a day on campus and I couldn't be happier. Seriously.

"But then, what about next Wednesday?" is what I keep thinking. And then, well, then I feel a little down. Except that little spark inside of me has been lit again and I have discovered this whole time I have been as passionate and as excited about this field as I was four years ago... it's just about the place and the people and the purpose. And I know it's out there. I just do.