As with many things, I drafted my St. Louis bucket list with the best of intentions. I was ambitious, thinking of everything I could possibly want to experience in St. Louis before moving away. I didn’t doubt that I could accomplish all the experiences I set out to accumulate. Perhaps you notice in my word choices that my bucket list became more like a to-do list. In such a condition, I lost enthusiasm for it.
My bucket list was useful as a resource to consult when I was at a loss for what to do with my time, or wanted to do something a little special. But really, those situations did not arise much in my last semester at college. It was special enough to spend time with my friends. Who I was with was more important than where we went or what we did. Hopefully many of these people will continue to be part of my life after I leave St. Louis, but even so they are more significant to me than St. Louis as a place, or all the places that make up St. Louis.
Perhaps I compiled my bucket list out of the fear of missing out. But what I’m really going to miss when I move away won’t be the special things I didn’t do in St. Louis. I’ll miss the people and places I came to know in my everyday college life. Thus, I’m OK with the fact that I haven’t accomplished everything on my bucket list for St. Louis. I’m happy with what it’s encouraged me to do–get my bike fixed so I could bike around Forest Park, suggest a picnic in the park to friends looking for something to do, have dinner with a friend who lived in the Village, and on down the list. But I’m also happy that I’ve done things that weren’t on my list, and didn’t let having a to-do list prevent me from doing them. I won’t be disappointed that I didn’t finish everything, didn’t rigidly stick to my list and lose sight of opportunities beyond it. I did enough to enjoy my last semester of college in St. Louis.
And besides, everything I didn’t finish on my St. Louis bucket list serves as one more reason to come back and visit.