My rambling thoughts ….

You know in movies sometimes you see aspiring writers, or authors sitting on buses or in cafes writing , penning or typing words, waiting for them to form into something magical, something wonderful , something everyone would want to read. Well, I imagine that’s what they are thinking, who am I to assume that’s what they want. For me I don’t know if it’s like that. Sure I adore writing, but I don’t set out in the beginning for it to be something I want everyone to read. I am not expecting to get a writing deal from my blogs , somehow I doubt that someone from a publishing company looks forward to the latest installment of what I have to say about my life. I write because I love to write, it’s not like I write about anything too out of this world, everything that I type is pretty basic, but that doesn't stop me doing something I love.

Right now I am sitting on a bus home from college, as much as I love college , the people, the new adventures the new lease on life, I still get so excited about coming home every weekend . Coming home to see my family, my old friends,  the people who mean so much to me. So as much as I hate bus journeys I know that it will end soon and I will be home.

There is something about the familiar that makes me so happy. I am about 20 minutes away from home now, the moon is promptly beginning to peek out behind some clouds , even though it is still relatively bright outside. That is something that always confused me when I was younger. I could never really grasp why the moon could be out before it was dark, or at times could be seen when I got up in the morning. I can’t say I exactly understand why that happens now, but I have come to accept it. I guess we all do that about a lot of things in life. We don’t really know why some things happen  , but we just accept it and move on . Sometimes I wish I was more inquisitive about some things  , like when I was little- asking why, when, who , what ??? Always wondering , always wanted to know more. It’s not that I have given up , but I have relented and taken things for what I think they are, and not question it as much anymore.

So as I sit on this bus, swiftly approaching my town, my home, I look at the red sky setting over the trees and hills ahead of me, I look at the wind mills in the distance and the trees beside the road. I delight in the known, I exult that the lord has blessed me with a home to call my own.  I don’t question it, I take it for what it is ,and I’m glad.

Please excuse the ramblings of a wandering college girl .

                                                                                     Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪