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August 17, 2012 / Katy

Last Friday Night: Not Your Typical Katy Perry Song

ImageLast Friday, I left work and headed down to Milledgeville, GA where I attended college (Georgia College & State University) for four years.  This small town is not home to much and can’t claim to have too much to offer.  It is, however, a huge part of my heart.

In Milledgeville, I discovered more about who I was, and I met people that challenged me, encouraged me, and made me laugh. I tried new things.  I studied lots and procrastinated more than one should.  I cried over big decisions and celebrated over big accomplishments.  I found Jesus more and more everyday and saw faith tested like never before.  I slowly uncovered what independence really meant and I pretended like I could really handle it.  I relished in the weekends I could go visit my family and rejoiced in knowing that the friends I made in Milledgeville were quickly becoming an extended part of my family as well.

Last Friday night, I drove into Milledgeville for the first time in 2.5 years, and I cried.

If you know me well, you know that crying doesn’t happen often, but this time the tears were flowing.

There’s a highway called 441 that goes through Milledgeville and it’s the road I take to get there from I-20.  I traveled that highway so many times during college whether it was going to Atlanta, Athens, Eatonton, Madison or the lake.  So, the minute my car merged off of the exit and onto that familiar highway, my heart melted.

I felt completely cheesy for smiling in the car all by myself, but I was happy.  Every memory and emotion of college began to flood my mind and that’s when the tears began to flow.  I cried because I remembered how much I loved my college years.  I cried because I knew I had driven those roads and wondered where I would be post-college.  I cried because I remembered the nerves I felt when I drove highway 441 to go to my first day as a Young Life leader at Gatewood.  And I cried over every worry, fear, and doubt I had during those four years.

I pulled up to my favorite Milledgeville restaurant, The Brick, and walked inside to see five faces seated at a table that I knew I’d never want to get up from.  My five best friends were waiting on me and I knew two things: 1) They would make fun of me for crying on my way into town, and 2) There was no where else I’d rather be.

I spent the weekend with the girls reminiscing, laughing, telling stories, walking around campus, playing cornhole, being lazy, and hanging on the lake.  We talked through things like our favorite college memories and asked questions like “is this where you’d thought you’d be in life 3 years after college?”

It was one of those soul-filling weekends.  You know what I’m talking about?  Those weekends that leave you rejuvenated because you know your life has purpose- and you know this because you’ve had a chance to see the steps you’ve taken and the steps you’ve missed and you still know that God’s hand has guided it all.  Those soul-filling weekends where you aren’t ashamed to be sad or emotional or blatantly honest or frustrated or hopeful because you know you’re staring into the face of friends who became family.

And for those soul-filling weekends (and Milledgeville, GA), I am eternally grateful. 



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  1. Molly / Aug 17 2012 12:27 pm

    love this post. and totally know what you mean. i shed at least one tear every time i drive into auburn. 🙂

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