Moving Out

I moved out of 926 today, no explosions, but no trumpets, the book on college has officially been written.  Life moves on.  It's strange I ended going to classes 4 months ago, I wasn't sad, I started working kissing childhood goodbye, not so sad, I went through the graduation ceremony, not really sad (maybe even a touch relieved), but moving out of 926.  It was my college experience, that place, that home.  The atmosphere I will always remember in my heart.  The joy and laughter, the sadness and tears, the wisdom raining from it's walls.  How I can remember all the deep talks I had with so many people there.  926 was a safe place for secrets, where everyone I know could share there heart.  It was my safe haven, from all the stress, the worries, the hurts, and the pains.  It was my refuge, where I saw Jesus more clearly than in any church.  The place were I learned who I was and why I was it.

To me 926 wasn't just a place to live, it was life, and life is love.  Love permeated the very walls of that place.  I could feel it, like a emanating aura of awesome, it would hit me as I opened the door each and every time.  The people inside ready to greet me with warm cheer.  Love to me was, is, and will forever be it's driving force. Keeping the door unlocked, providing a fun and inviting place, being generous with drinks and food, and anything else,  spoke to the values of what that place was meant to symbolize.  Love is 926.

It's tragic that I must depart that place, but life goes on, it always goes on. But I will never forget, how much that home meant to me.  How much the people within meant to me and will forever mean to me.  How my life has forever been changed by the relationships forged there.  And how God portrayed to me that love will endure forever.