It must have been the 15th of August 2010 when I ventured out that Sunday afternoon with my family and embarked on a new town ready and willing to meet new people and indulge in another place of geographical residence; all that time I knew in my heart I would be in this unfamiliar abode for a short while before packing up and heading somewhere else as had been the routine for the past ten years. What I did not know and explain to myself was the issue of time, and the minor detail that no one tells you. This thing we call time most assuredly speeds itself up as we gain years and consequently perspective in life. No longer does a semester drag on, and years come and go quicker than ever. It is in this state that I am now sitting here thinking about time and all the while wasting it.
I have now lived in Emporia, Kansas for one year and five months. Tomorrow is Wednesday, and it marks the beginning of yet another semester in Emporia, my fourth (and a half if you count those lovely three weeks in the summer where I had no life). What makes this semester somewhat significant is that it will indeed be my last in the small town of Emporia.
Now I have moved several times in my life (six cities and four states to be exact). When thinking back to the dreadful day that begun this never ending adventure as a young boy in Kansas City, I have no recollection that I begun my final half year of the fifth grade with a warning whatsoever. The decision to move to the state just south of us surely came later and was eventually told me and certainly sent me into a shock of some sort. I had not the perspective of time to know that I would be gone faster than I thought. I was not as wise as I am now about that concept.
Moving the clock and the scenery to a small town known as Bartlesville, Oklahoma, I remember more positively how that move was announced to me. Where I was (probably Tulsa) I can not entirely bear to mind, though I do distinctly remember my mother during an out of town basketball tournament pulling up an atlas of some sort and pointing to a somewhat large town (perspective is always important) that I, and probably no one else in the vicinity, had never known existed. In three weeks I found myself arriving in this town which will be called Waterloo, Iowa in an old Ford Tempo.
As we enter Iowa it shall again be noted that I had not the wisdom or perspective I now have. A family meeting occurred at some point – was it Winter break? Spring break? I cannot recollect. What I do remember is being unaware as to where I was going. For all I knew at the time, I could have stayed in Waterloo for another year, or I could have ended up in Colorado Springs (one of the cities that did turn up in conversations at the time, oh how I will never forgive fate for not sending me there!). This uncertainty being the case, I found myself not truly embracing my final semester at the small Baptist school. It is true, I believe I was ready to move on. I always am. That will never change.
Lastly, I must confess that I knew by perhaps the third month of my time in Clarksville, Iowa that I would leave that town as soon as humanly possible vowing to never return (this happened, to my chagrin). And thus I left. And I have been leaving ever since. I am now finally beginning to conclude my college education. It seems very odd that I am already finishing up my time here. It seems but yesterday that I was arriving, yet at the same time, it feels like a different lifetime. With this philosophizing done and recorded, I must begin to end this dialogue.
The fickle farce is hereby now going to embrace this final semester in the village that created a day to celebrate veterans. I would like to switch things up however. I now know through experience that time does not stop for me as it did Joshua, and it would be foolish for me to waste away this semester, constantly worrying about grades, about schedules to keep. The time will come very quickly, and I will be in Olathe, and I will be in South Korea perhaps, and I will be somewhere else. I have but one last semester to spend on this campus with some great people, and I will make every effort to use the time I have to enjoy the friendships that God has given me. As my past experiences have certainly taught me, a good friend is not easily come by and is often taken for granted.
I thank you for taking the time to read this whole thing. I hope it was not wasted.