During my last two years of college and my first year out of college, I lived in a big, old house with 5 other house-mates. And sometimes that number fluctuated upwards. Up to 8 girls, in 5 bedrooms, with 2 bathrooms and more estrogen than you could shake a stick at.
Those 3 years, though, they were a blast. We had some crazy times in that creaky old house! The highlight reel from those years that plays in my head has it all: cooking together, conflict + forgiveness + talking it out, cold winter nights, heartbreak, dance parties in the attic, praying with each other, odd Halloween parties, engagement parties, bring-your-own canvas painting nights, Bible studies meeting in the living room often, send-offs for friends going overseas and praying over them, playing in the street in our rainboots when it rained. When I think of college, I’ll always think of that house.
And by the end of my 3 years there, I was ready to transition from living with 5 girlfriends to just living with one guy. That first year in the work force hadn’t been a super easy transition, and I was ready for marriage and moving forward in life with Garret.
But I’ve got to tell you, bills sure were easier to pay when we split them between 6 people. Friendship was much easier when you lived with several of your closest friends. And loving and serving people was way more convenient when we were our own little village of college students, with friends and boyfriends and discipleship groups constantly coming over, sharing meals and stuff and stories. Frankly, life didn’t take as much work then. I thought I was busy then, and often I was really busy, but everything was clearer, more defined, more pre-programmed for me.
I’ve been thinking about writing a new series lately, and lessons like that, things I’ve learned post-college, have been what keeps coming to mind. I leaned heavily towards over-confidence in college, and I thought I had most everything figured out. Now, three years later, I know better what I don’t know, and I think that’s part of growing up: realizing where we are deficient and how that’s okay, because we’re not finished growing yet. My heart for this series is to share some stories about transitioning from student life to life as young adults. I think that our lives roll in seasons, and in order to move forward, towards faithfulness and growth, we’ve got to reflect and reexamine.
I’d considered writing for 31 Days again this October, like I did last year, but I decided that wouldn’t be a wise decision right now. Instead, I’ll be writing at least one post in this post grad series every week. I realized tonight that I’m really excited about writing it, so I hope it’s helpful and life-giving to you.
What have you learned since high school and/or college? Is there anything you’d like to see me write about?