So, I bought a backpack. For many, the purchase of a backpack is a yearly ritual symbolizing the beginning of a new school year. However for me, it somehow symbolizes the dying of my old self and my embracing of my new.
I haven't worn a backpack since middle school. I thought I was too cool for it. I was a conformist in every sense of the word. I worried about what others would think about me and was too afraid to look studious, or worse, like the hunchback of Norte Dame. But lately, I've being going through transitions and I've come face to face with the difference of who I am and who I thought I was. For starters, I graduated college in three years with summa cum laude honors. Secondly, I broke up with my boyfriend. That's a whole other blog post. Thirdly, I moved away again and began divinity school at a prestigious university. I also just turned 21 last week.
Major transitions.
The secure college girl in a committed relationship is now a single seminarian in a brand new city. I am still waiting for my spirit to catch up to my body so that I can fully recognize how God is working in me through these changes. But in the mean time, well, I bought a backpack...
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