10 more days

What you are about to read over the course of the next 11 days will be snapshots of my life over the last 6 years. From the age of 18 to the age of 23. I have lived in Clinton, MS since the fall of 2003 when I started MC. After I graduated I moved to 303a West Lawson in old towne clinton. I have been in this house for the last 2 years.
Ok so after all of that background info. Let me start with this... I have never blogged. I dont even write anything on facebook, never had a xanga or anything like that. Im not trying to write up some kind of movie-esqe story of my life to try to sound cool or anything. This is just me. Typing. Not wanting to step into the next huge phase of my life in a new city, growing up more, getting married, and moving on without reflecting on what I’ve been through, what the Lord has shown me, & where He has brought me.
I was driving home Saturday after lunch from Rocky Springs on the Natchez Trace where I hung out with JJ and the kids from his church Friday night. We camped, built a fire, played hide and go seek in the grave yard, had worship in the old church (which has acoustics that sound boards could only dream of creating), got rained on hard, got up early, and brought the fire back to life after the rain (yeah, with my bare hands). During that 30 mile drive on the trace back to clinton I thought- I should journal, remember, reflect, and take advantage of that last 11 days of this season on my life. (why did I decide to start at the 11 day mark? 11--a whole other blog in itself).
I just got off the phone with my old roommate from college, Nick Jones, its crazy how much we have grown up in a short amount of time. Talking to him about me getting married and buying a house. Such grown up conversations. Times were once very simple, when the biggest decisions were “is it too late to go to The House?”(waffle house that is), “if you go, I’ll spot you”, and “ you don’t have to go if you’re scared, it’s okay.” There was always a community there. That group of guys were my brothers. As an only child I had never experienced what that was like, but that was close. We could always be real. I don’t know if I had ever been real in my life until those years. And it always continues the second I see any of them now, even if we havent seen or spoken in months.
The drive tonight was long, it gets longer every time. In the last two of three days the common phase said to me is “you look tired” and yes I am. I am ready to move, I am not sad. Im ready.