"Excuse me? Can you tell me Where Randall House is?" I questioned a woman who looked as though she might be a professor. It was 6pm and I was going to be late.
"Oh, sure. It's a bit of a hike though. You see that parking lot over there?" Her directions were punctuated with gestures indicating where I should go, only she was holding things so it was funny to watch. I had to concentrate and remember to pay attention so I actually listened to what she said. "Go past that lot and then the building that looks like a garage and next to it you will see a house. That's Randall House."
I thanked her quickly and was on my way, thinking that nothing on this campus really should be referred to as "a bit of a hike." Walking about three steps and seeing the two buildings she spoke of I couldn't help but laugh out loud. I walked in the door at three minutes after six. Still, I hate being late.
Once inside I heard no twice. I won't be here for class registration. I'm standing in a wedding the weekend of the mandatory practicum class. I heard You. It was clear. The first time when I asked about the registration and the answer was that there would be accommodations made for my absence I thought, "Okay, minor detail." Obviously not really quite the point. So You spoke again and I understood well enough the second time.
The problem is this: I still don't think I need to listen. I like to think I know what I need. I like to make up answers in my head. I like my life to go the way I want it to go. I like to convince myself and everyone around me that I am in control. And this time it's not even about getting what I want. It's about exactly the opposite. This time I really want to stay where I know I'm safe. It's becoming apparent that such may not be an option and I'm petrified. You wanna talk about a bit of a hike? Try 2,000 miles.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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