The words haven't been here. The comfort from writing hasn't come for the past week. The addiction hasn't come calling. I haven't noticed, not until tonight. I've been too full trying to find extra hours in the day so that I can get everything done. I've been on the borderline of a breakdown for far too long. Spring break is calling, but tonight is different.
It is full of hope.
Full of excitement.
Full of promise.
Here's how I know....
The rain dragged me down on the way home. It weighed down my already weary and beaten body. I had twenty minutes to pull myself together, get dinner, and get back to campus. The tears were to close for comfort. I peeled off my wet clothes and shivered in the dark as I fumbled for towels and clothes and forgotten light switches. Normally I enjoy the rain, but tonight it was just a nuisance. As I was running back out the door, I realized I had forgotten the most important part.
My heart fluttered with the anticipation as I opened the box. I hadn't seen it since Portugal. I wore it everyday as a reminder of the things to come. It was too precious to my heart to remove even for the shower or the beach. But the chain hadn't hung around my neck in months. My fingers shook as I removed the chain and opened the clasp. I wrapped it around my neck and reclasped the necklace. It settled into its place like a long lost friend, and at that moment it was like the pieces were being put back together. I heard the whisper of the ocean, the laughter of my landlord, the smell of strong coffee, and the promise of new adventure and excitement....