When it comes to surprises, lying is so much fun.
I’ve gotten so good at deceiving loved ones that I should go into professional surprise party planning. This weekend I had the incredible privilege of flying back home for my high school’s homecoming as a surprise for my little sisters and friends (Thanks, Daddy!). I only had to keep the secret for a week, but it was hard not to “subtweet” or give away too much of my excitement on Facebook. I shared detailed summaries of my plans for the weekend and how sad I was to be missing my first homecoming as an alumni. It made me beam from ear to ear to lie like that. Is that bad?
Things I loved about this 48-hour trip home:
-traveling by myself for the first time
-shoving my face with as many of my favorite foods as I possibly could stomach (i.e. queso, pasta, Chick Fil-A)
-how both of my sisters cried when they saw me
-how my friends ran at me and picked me up in those big spinning hugs that you only see in movies
-talking with some of my favorite teachers and being more “friend” than “student”
-people’s faces when they saw me from a distance
-a sermon at church that I really needed to hear
There were other beautiful moments, though, that are hard to put into list form. I experienced this really neat sensation that I wasn’t expecting- it felt to me as though I had never left, but people treated me as though I had been gone for years. I had expected life to move on without me and to feel lost in all of the change, but home remained, and I could almost cry out of gratefulness for that. I just got a little teary typing it. And what’s so special about that? Well, for somebody who has moved far, far away from home, it means that I have a place where I don’t have to identify myself. College is the most fascinating experience, but I constantly feel this pressure of having to claim my identity: what I do, who I am, what I believe in. I’m looking for friends and for a place to fit in, and I have to keep explaining myself to people here. It gets exhausting. So to go home and have a support system of people who already know who I am- who have actually made me who I am- was refreshing in every possible manner. There was nothing to explain except how I’m liking my classes and Nashville. All other things were known. It made my soul sigh with relief.
The other thing that was great was that I had three people in a 24-hour period of time compliment my blog/prowess of Facebook status delivery and encourage me to write a book.
Be expecting more from me.