BeccaTour2011

The annual journey, voyage, or venture, a pilgrimage if you will, a massive movement of peoples has begun. It's the unrelenting ritual marked by fleets of cars filled with vagabonds, old lamps and couches, and maybe even a toaster oven migrating to their Mecca.

College season is among us, dear computer. So slap on your affiliated university bumper sticker and step in the flow of highway traffic or get pulled under, never to return.

It has begun.

I just hate the three hour drive.

While I haven't officially moved down to the campus, I had preporatory measures to be made pre-arrival. Literally measurements. My apartment is not big. Honestly seen cat carriers bigger than my bathroom. The looming question still stands: Will that bed fit? The world may never know.

Jobs were applied for, banking was done, and lots of free food was devoured. Everyone remember Sean the Noodle Kid? Or as my mom calls him, "That red haired boy?" --like we don't have those in the Thumb--well, he turned twenty-one and lives in Ann Arbor. Crazy coincidence that I may have scheduled most of my pre-move-in shananigins in order to make his birthday into awesome. Us ex-exchange students have to stick together, you see.

I wish I could have photo documented the whole trip. Windmills are really starting to dot the landscape around my town--which I am more than giddy with excitement for--and it was a beautiful day of driving. Missed jamming out to my music so I crammed all of that in on the drive down, much to the displeasure of my driving buddy/college sidekick. Got to Ann Arbor and attack hugged Sean and Brettbrett, my very first college friends, and we shimmied around town getting free stuff. Aparently, in Annarborise, a merrily tossed "It's my birthday!" translates to "Please sir, give me everything for free." Cupcakes, coffee, ice cream, crepes, six bagels and a gelato!?! It's no wonder we didn't eat supper. Did I also mention the ice cream cake?

Some squirrel whispering (That's the delicate art of finding one of the hundreds of thousands of chubby squirrels on campus and calling them over to feed them peanuts.) rounded out the afternoon and the evening settled into kicking it old school and listening to records late into the night.

The tradition continues and another year goes by as thousands of students flock to school. I think I'm starting to see what all of the fuss is about.