Matt and I gave Karis a tour of our alma mater, the place we first met and fell in love. We traveled to the bottom floor of Carter Hall, and I showed her my old mailbox. The number 525 is forever emblazoned in my memory. For four years I performed the daily ritual of peeking through this tiny window in the hopes that I would find a letter from home or my new boyfriend. Such exciting and lonely years.
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
December 2
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9 comments:
Great picture, great memory!
the mailboxes are so beautiful!
Love your photography! Beautiful colors
Oh, I love this picture!
"such exciting and lonely years"
i'll add an "amen" to that - college years are kind of a jumble of conflicted memories for me.
I will always be thankful for how God used this college to bring ya'll together. Thanks be to God. MLK
How in the WORLD do you remember your number?! I have absolutely no clue what mine was yet I do usually have a pretty good memory.
Not for numbers, apparently.
Oh wow, the Carter mailboxes! I don't recall my number (only lived there one year), but I definitely feel a rush of remembering the hope of mail.
Your Dec 1 pic was featured on the DPP page today. Sorry I didn't tell you until now!
Great picture! I was the girlfriend sending letters to those mailboxes.
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