I felt it again...

...that pull, that drive, that feeling. The feeling that reminds me that my job is so much more than a job, that being an RA isn't necessarily "work" for me. Now, I don't want that to sound like I am being cocky or anything, because I'm not. Yeah, this job is not always easy and it takes work for me to get everything done, but I enjoy every single minute of it. What I mean is that I don't feel like I am working most of the time, unless I'm doing paperwork. I really only remember the paycheck when my checking account funds start to dwindle (like right now), and every 2 weeks on payday.

It hit me today during our first day of staff training. I was sitting there while whoever was talking and it hit me like a ton of bricks...that feeling of belonging, of excitement. The feeling of sadness when my mind wandered to the possibility of studying abroad and having to leave this behind for a semester. The feeling of excitement, horror, and panic when I think of grad school possibilities and possibly getting my Masters in something student affairs related. Grad school...*shudders* Scary.

Okay, so some of my fellow RAs might think I'm completely coo-coo for Coco Puffs, but really I owe a lot to the fact that I work for housing. I wouldn't be doing some of the things I'm doing or hold the positions that I hold on campus if I weren't an RA.