resurrection

This weekend helped me understand the resurrection a bit, the wonder of Easter that leaves me in awe and confusion. For the past four days I felt like I came alive again. After a hard week of little sleep, exams, papers, and quizzes, I was burnt-out. I missed Mike, I missed my roommates and friends in Madison, I missed feeling at home, I missed really living life instead of trying to survive it. And then I went back to Madison....

It started out with a long ride home with Mary that left me inspired. (I only wish we had more time in one city together!) After managing to make it through the most amazing display of lightening and hail I have ever seen, I made it home to my apartment in Madison. After just two seconds inside, I was thrust out on the front porch with two other roommates and told to wait for a surprise. Two of my roommates had set up an Easter egg hunt around the apartment for the rest of us, so I ran around like an excited four year old collecting plastic eggs filled with chocolate candy and putting them in the mixing bowl I was using as an Easter egg basket.

I spent the weekend with Mike, Lindsey, and Lisa... three of my absolute favorite people in the world. It's the people that really make you feel at home, you know? I got to go back to Blackhawk church, to play volleyball in the street, to stay up late and drink sweet beer and play pool, to meet new people, to read in the sun, to plan wedding stuff with my maid of honor, to buy new clothes (a rare experience), to watch several episodes of Friends, to cuddle on the futon with people I love, and to feel at home. I spent easter with my family and with Mike's, eating too much and finally learning that I really really do love being with family.

This weekend I felt free, I felt free to be myself, I felt free to love those I care for, I felt free to be happy. I was alive, once again.