Whatever Will Be

Today, I write this from the airport terminal, my back facing the large window. Behind me is a vast landscape of planes taking bundles of complex people to an array of different places. Each seat of the plane holds a different story, a different mind, thinking different thoughts. 

So yeah, my summer in Washington D.C. has come to a close. That chapter has come to an end and I will return to school, with a week to spend at my leisure before the tide rolls in and my senior year begins. 

This post will be pretty short, I suppose I don’t have very much to reflect on at this point in the past chapter. I will say the time was long, I can remember the days in which I was envious of a future me, away from Washington D.C. Still, I reflect on all the golden moments too. I will say, when I focused on letting go, things became lighter, I could tread more lightly.  The phrase, “Que Será, Será” or “Whatever will be, will be” found its home at the forefront of my unnecessary overthinking.  

My last week in Washington D.C. was busy sometimes, and not so busy other times, I suppose that just about sums up the whole summer. Ultimately, I look back on the beautiful people I met, and the wealth of conversations. I will admit a large portion of the summer was me, on my own too. I gained a greater confidence in my ability to travel and explore a city independently and still manage to find my own way, and see all I wanted to. In contrast to the times I spent exploring Washington D.C. by myself, I gained a greater appreciation for my time spent with those in my life as well. I met some other students in my program and we would always plan fun adventures whenever we were all free. I came to be proud of my ability to be decisive about who I spent my time with. I never felt as though I was an actress upon a stage, with a smile plastered on my face. Our idea of fun was not crowded rooms, with blasting music. But we spent time exploring hidden restaurants, taking long walks or playing late night card games. 

Further, I reflect with a grateful attitude on the friendships I have with those I met on my first day in college. I appreciate these friendships that have endured throughout the last three years and will carry on through our last. I think of my east coast friends who welcomed me to their homes and let me become a member of the family for a weekend when I came by and explored their towns. 

In these quiet times, whether it was walking amidst bright green shiny leafed trees or laughing amidst explorations in the city, I spent less time trapped within my mind and reminded myself of the necessity of enjoying things within their present moment. 

The summer was a lot, but it was merely another time within the tumultuous tide of life, and as I move on to the next chapter, I move with a greater sense of assurance. Life keeps moving, I just gotta ride this wave as the next tide rolls in. 

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland” Isaiah 43:18-19 NIV