I've been having dreams lately.
Dreams about my Manchester College people.
Usually they're not too exciting, just talking and hanging out kinds of dreams. I always wake up feeling peaceful when I dream about these people. Those were some really good, very formative years filled with lots of growth.
So, I had my dreams and then I had to go through my stacks of pictures and photo albums and laugh at some of the ridiculousness that was my life. And probably still is.
These are from life before facebook. We used telephones that were hooked up to the wall. Cellphones were clunky and too expensive for a college student. AIM was our top chatting format. Almost no one had a laptop because they were so expensive. I didn't even drink coffee. Digital cameras? I think not. My favorite TV show? Trading Spaces. I also made that hat I'm wearing.
My first time in Europe :
When I look at these pictures I think of lots of things but the top two are:
1) awesome people and
2) terrible clothing. I'm happy to say that my wardrobe has improved dramatically.
Ahh, college. (-:
I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up then [that hasn't changed], but I knew who I wanted to be. Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in what's happening and when it's happening and how it's happening that I forget about who I want to be.
I'm grateful for a reminders of that through dreams and friends.