Sunday, October 28, 2012
It was beautiful. Exquisite, actually.
The beach on one side of town. The Santa Barbara mountains on the other. I could walk, rollerblade, bike, run beside the waves in the morning. And I could hike in the hills in the afternoon.
And I would learn on a campus like this, reading books on benches, discussing American novels on grassy knolls, sitting in the sunshine every month of the school year ...
I decided to attend Westmont College because I wanted to study psychology from a Christian worldview. And I wanted to play volleyball. And I loved the location.
I also wanted to attend a college where I was known, where I wasn't 1 of 500 in a class. I wanted to know my professors. I wanted depth in friendship.
Ironically, I dropped the psych major my sophomore year. And I never played volleyball.
Isn't that how God sometimes works? He invites us into the vehicle first, and then later reveals our destination.
I studied British Novel at the home of one of my professors over scones and black tea.
I stayed up late into the night talking doctrine, philosophy, and theology with the most amazing roomates, suitemates, resident assistants, and friends.
I wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote. And read and read and read. When I declared my major as English (writing track) I committed myself to reading 2+ books a week for 3 years, and writing 10+ papers/assignments a month. Talk about exercising.
I spent hours playing Chopin in the practice rooms of the music department.
For three years I snuggled with my roomie, Raushi--she was the best ever, the most loyal, accepting, generous girl friend, and we'd light candles, giggle about boys, read, sing, laugh, and play pranks [because that's what college roommates are for!]
This weekend, we're back in town for Bookguy's 15 year Homecoming. We've brought the kids with us and rented a small house. We're meeting up with old friends, catching up, spending time at the beach, being in community.
I will write more. But later.
Today, I'm hanging out with my family, reminiscing, soaking up the beauty, and being inspired.
I still love it here.