Wish to Stay

So how has your experience here been? She asks.

We’re standing in the entryway, stemming the traffic flow between inner and outer doors.

Above us, around us, girls filter in and out of the hundreds of rooms in this dorm.

They’re a pair; mother and daughter. Both blonde, one taller than the other, soft wrinkles settling around her clear eyes.

She’s the one who’s asked.

I pause for a second, breathe in.

I love this school. My experience here has been wonderful, challenging, beyond what I expected or imagined. I’ve learned more, thought more, struggled more, and been blessed more than I even thought before arriving on Moody’s six blocks of Chicago real estate.

But how can I tell her that? How can I help her understand how I love this school?

Briefly, I tell her about the classes. Professors. Learning. Friendships. Experience.

I’ve given the same little speech before. My “Moody is Wonderful and You Should Come Here” speech.

She nods, smiles, warm.

But I’m not capturing the emotion, the twist I feel in my heart when I think about this place.

Behind us, the outer door swings open and Nelle steps inside.

Smiling in greeting, her gentle smile is hesitant, bittersweet, and the crinkling package in her hand catches my eye.

The seniors are graduating in little more than two weeks, and they’re receiving their caps and gowns today. Nelle holds hers, still plastic wrapped, in her free hand.

Ohh, I nod, understanding, and she nods slowly, thoughtfully, in response; I can’t believe it’s almost over.

As she slips through the second door, into the dorm lobby, I know I have my answer.

This is a wonderful school, I say. For all the reasons I mentioned, and a million beside. It’s not perfect, of course, but four years pass quickly, then we’re standing days, weeks, shortening months from graduation, and we don’t want to leave.

How has this experience been, you ask?

It’s been many, many things. And of course we know that God will bring more wonderful, challenging, learning experiences after school, as well.

But as our time here moves toward ending, be it in two weeks or in a year, sometimes, we just wish we could stay.



1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. daniellemgermaine
    May 02, 2014 @ 13:48:51

    Wow. Words really can’t do justice to that question you were asked. Thank you for capturing this surreal season so beautifully and gently. I’m blessed by your words.


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