I visited the place that used to be my home and did a lot of walking and thinking. I was again surprised by the unbelievably immersing power of the past, no matter how satisfying our present.
Rather than try explain my thoughts to the internet, I give you this; take a walk with me.
This little trail going just out of the tiny village and back into it has seen the footsteps of every inhabitant and visitor, from a couple’s stolen moment to kids on skateboards. I’ve walked, conversed, cried, prayed, run, laughed and thoughtfully paced that path myself many times.
What I’m trying to get at is the special, intangible nature of places, even a short concrete path circling above an ocean of trees. The past may have its monsters and memories, but here is something to put your feet on.
I’ve just returned for my last and hopefully greatest year at Rhodes.
As the new First Years flog onto campus, I’m settling back into my (by now usual) life with new enthusiasm. A beer with friends at the Rat, deep conversations over coffee on the Red Cafe balcony and far too much time spent under the trees; I missed all the simple pleasures of life here.
Even better than a new year, is having a new home.
I now share a big old house with two pretty awesome girls. The creeky wooden floors and regular spider visitors took some getting used to, but with its big rustling trees and high ceilings, it’s the most homey place I’ve lived in in a while.
I put in a bit of effort to make my room feel like myself. Step one was covering the place in my favourite shade of turquoise and putting up some paintings of quotes I did over the vac.
Now I have an empty inspiration board and a world map waiting to be filled with adventures of the present and the future.
Do i dare say it’ll be an amazing year?
Why yes, yes I do.