June 29th 2012: It is 12:00 a.m. and I am exhausted. Let me explain:
After well over a year since news of the name and location change for Point U., the school is finally packing up all the Traditional offices and heading West. I'm a Student Ambassador at the school, which is a fancy way of saying that I am a Student Worker for the Traditional Admissions Office. This is my second summer working at the Office and while I absolutely love my job, I can't dismiss the fact that when I get off of work and log onto Facebook and see pictures of all the wonderful things my friends are doing with their summers - traveling to historic, exotic places, helping the needy, basking in the beach sun, throwing up after riding too many roller-coasters, etc. - I sometimes get a little jealous that I am not also doing such things.
But before I lose you on the whole "move" part of this blog post, let me explain something that has only just recently come into my head in the last few days.
Last year as a result of working at school over the summer, I got the privilege of being part of the "Official name change day", where I put my old work name tag in a time capsule (got to cross that off my bucket-list) and had to try a few times before I stopped answering the phone saying, "Atlanta Christian College Admissions, this is Rebecca how may I help you?" to "Point University Admissions, this is Rebecca how may I help you?"
This year, I am taking place in something so historic that I can hardly believe it is happening. You see, I am originally from New Jersey and moving to Georgia was definitely the last thing on my mind. In fact, if you were to ask me how I heard about the school (ACC at the time) I'd have to tell you it was an absolute act of God (that is the shortened version) so while I don't have years and years of memories in East Point, I have lived here since August 2009. I have met some of the most incredible people, been part of some incredible stories, had adventures, and learned in and out of the classroom some of the most important lessons of my life.
As I type this, I am sitting on my couch looking at a near-empty apartment that I have lived in for the last year and a half.
There is unspeakable stillness that I can barely find words to describe, so much of my time has been poured into this location, this place. Yet, the air of change, while uncertain, is promising.
And while I am nostalgic, and while I am in some ways, sad to be leaving it, I am thrilled to have the privilege to experience such a dramatic change with my College family, and with my faithful God.
Here's to new adventures.
- Rebecca E.