School Days
I drove by my Alma Mater the other day. Actually, it’s quite unavoidable. I drive by it a lot.
And watching all the students waiting around for Muni, walking with coffee cups in their hands and backpacks slung over their shoulders, made me a little nostalgic.
I had REALLY good times in college. And I had REALLY bad times in college.
It’s strange how all those feelings - the good, the bad and the ugly - can be all balled up into one very clear, yet undefinable feeling and throw itself over you in an unexpected rush as you drive by the landmark that, despite how you may have moved on in your life, still feels so very current and relevant.
It makes me feel that there is something in my life that is missing. It’s not school. Been there, done that.
But it’s something. I think it’s the feeling of being with your peers, your friends, of making connections with people you know are after the same goals you are.
Motherhood has given me so much, and continues to do so. But I can’t help feel isolated, at times.
