Bowling was the plan. I like bowling. And I wanted to meet new people and hang out with the one I already knew. So I said yes. And so my new friend and I headed to Potsdam to meet a group for an entertaining night of bowling.
A Closed for Memorial Day sign greeted our caravan of cars. And so we dawdled in the parking lot for awhile, looking somewhat like a wanna-be gang...except not with pimped-out cars. Really we were doing what all groups of people who don't go to bars do...try and figure out what to do. I recommended the Cleveland, Tennessee stand-by of Wal-Mart (or "Wal-Marts" if we're talking colloquially here), but alas, that doesn't work up here in the north country. Someone finally took initiative and decided on a bonfire. Sweet.
And so a bonfire it was. After a brief excursion to P&C for proper bonfire snackage, we rendezvoused and the procession of vehicles headed out once again. No one quite knew where we were headed, and I could almost assure you that only one could get back there again (the same one who knew before). After traveling a series of back roads, we found ourselves...well...nowhere. All we could tell when we stepped out of our cars is that there were absolutely no lights around and there seemed to be some sort of wooded area ahead. "Uh, so, where are we having the fire?" was the common question....and I don't think there ever was an answer, just a call to follow...follow through the mud and up the mountain and through the prickers and over the rocks until reaching a plateau (where in the day I'm sure would provide a stunning view of the mountain range). Yes, at 11 o'clock at night, we found ourselves hiking through the pitch black with only our cell phones and one flash light to guide our group of 18... a group donned in flip-flops and a skirt and shorts and sandals and white linen pants.
An unexpected adventure, I'd say.
I tried not to speak too much about the ridiculousness of hiking up a mountain in Old Navy flip-flops. For this was my induction into the group...and I really try to stay away from the prissy-girl image as much as possible. I mean...I get dirty...and have fun doing so...I just rather prefer to be prepared for such occasions. But, I'm also adaptable, and had a rather great time...meeting new people..getting to know some a bit more...being made fun of by them (I think I'm in)...
And so we made it. And we had a fun and fabulous time despite a little dirt, a few stray fire debris flecks burning us, some scratches and....oh yes...who could forget the kingdom of caterpillars who took quite a liking to us (one in particular who decided he wanted to take a few home as pets, or something...but Carina wasn't too hot on the idea of them in her car).
And so was my first adventure in the north country. Many are to follow, I'm sure--probably of a different nature, but adventures nonetheless.
5.28.2006
Questioning contemplations..
"Ah! How did it get to be so late!" was the familiar cry coming from my mouth most days in Tennessee. That and, "Hey, has anyone seen my ....insert whatever I had seemingly misplaced here."
Well, these are not the questions I ask these days, though I do wonder what I did with my scarves and the computer cord for my camera (I think it's back in Rockford). No, these days, I'm asking myself, "Why am I so tired?" Honestly. What energy-sapping activities have I been doing? Yet, I am tired. So, do I have some sort of metabolic disorder? (that's what the hypocondriac in me would conclude) Or is it that by mearly watching the kiddos run around with all their energy, I then vicariously am burning energy? Hmm...no se.
Well, these are not the questions I ask these days, though I do wonder what I did with my scarves and the computer cord for my camera (I think it's back in Rockford). No, these days, I'm asking myself, "Why am I so tired?" Honestly. What energy-sapping activities have I been doing? Yet, I am tired. So, do I have some sort of metabolic disorder? (that's what the hypocondriac in me would conclude) Or is it that by mearly watching the kiddos run around with all their energy, I then vicariously am burning energy? Hmm...no se.
5.27.2006
The bells ring often in the summertime...
Well, I've been to bagel Sunday. I've been part of dinner with the entire Sinclair clan...twice. I've held babies and chased older kiddos around. I've been to Sergi's. I've experienced the cell phone reception of Madrid...or lack thereof (yeah, that's getting kind of old). I've finally watched the A&E version of Pride and Prejudice (well, half of it)...after my admission of never having seen it.
And as of today I've attended a wedding shower...
Anything else I'm missing? I think I'm getting the major experiences of CFC community...so I hear.
:)
And as of today I've attended a wedding shower...
Anything else I'm missing? I think I'm getting the major experiences of CFC community...so I hear.
:)
5.25.2006
Just a quick update...
From one beautiful house to another, this gypsy has finally unpacked her car and settled in. I am so thankful to be here and have great peace about it, too. It's fun to have the little ones running around. I figure, if I can't be with my nieces, these kids are the next best!
So, the day is beautiful, my eye has finally cleared up, and I've finally landed. Mmm...my how things can turn around. Though my schedule is still "a bit" light for my liking, I'm thankful for those small things that add up to fill the day.
The Lord is faithful.
"Indeed, let no one who waits on You be ashamed." Psalm 25:3
Waiting on Him may seem foolish. We may get impatient. It may seem like time is dragging and so are we. But in the end, our well-placed trust will bear fruit, and we will not be ashamed. For He is faithful.
So, the day is beautiful, my eye has finally cleared up, and I've finally landed. Mmm...my how things can turn around. Though my schedule is still "a bit" light for my liking, I'm thankful for those small things that add up to fill the day.
The Lord is faithful.
"Indeed, let no one who waits on You be ashamed." Psalm 25:3
Waiting on Him may seem foolish. We may get impatient. It may seem like time is dragging and so are we. But in the end, our well-placed trust will bear fruit, and we will not be ashamed. For He is faithful.
5.24.2006
My week in numbers..
1- Times I have now gone to a full-service gas station
2- Hours spent roaming the streets and river-side paths of Potsdam yesterday...as well as the number of days spent doing...cricket, cricket...well, not too much
3- Known locations where my phone can work in the Hull's house...as well as the number of hours spent IMing Alison last night about her wedding
4- Days I have now been wearing my glasses thanks to an extremely nasty blood-shot eye (my apologies to those who had to see it at its worst).
5- Possibly the hours of sunshine I've seen since being in NY...but this number could be high...
6- Days it took to put 1,000 miles on my car
7- Days spent living the "gypsy life" out of my car...which will come to an end in a few hours:)
8- Hours spent driving through Canada with no connection to those in the motherland.
9- Hours of sleep I got last night....my apologies to all mothers and summer-school students...
10- Average number of times Ben makes fun of the way I say things...by lunch time.
2- Hours spent roaming the streets and river-side paths of Potsdam yesterday...as well as the number of days spent doing...cricket, cricket...well, not too much
3- Known locations where my phone can work in the Hull's house...as well as the number of hours spent IMing Alison last night about her wedding
4- Days I have now been wearing my glasses thanks to an extremely nasty blood-shot eye (my apologies to those who had to see it at its worst).
5- Possibly the hours of sunshine I've seen since being in NY...but this number could be high...
6- Days it took to put 1,000 miles on my car
7- Days spent living the "gypsy life" out of my car...which will come to an end in a few hours:)
8- Hours spent driving through Canada with no connection to those in the motherland.
9- Hours of sleep I got last night....my apologies to all mothers and summer-school students...
10- Average number of times Ben makes fun of the way I say things...by lunch time.
5.22.2006
"How we met"
August 24, 2005. That fateful first day of school at Lee University. Yes, I realize that I have already waxed eloquent about that day and the class of all classes and how I met the lovely Lore (or perhaps I’ve just run out of things to say, so I’m going over a few things some might have missed…just joshin’). Ah! But alas! I only barely mentioned the other importance of the day.
The guy with the shaved head.
Yes. Yes, it’s true. I almost met that guy with the shaved head that day, but he seemed too busy and down to business for such things. I don’t know what it was, but at the end of that day, there were only two faces that stuck in my mind, and his was one of them (no need to guess on the other…I‘ve already said).
Too busy (or too distracted…or too good…ha;) for such things as introductions he continued to be for the coming weeks, even though his personally chosen seat was right next to mine (I already knew his name, but still). Sure, he was gone for a couple weeks on a missions trip (hmmm…impressive), but there were still weeks of his presence in which the only times he would speak to me--the one sitting one foot from him--was to ask to borrow my pen to sign the attendance sheet.
Until one day….
In Intro to Mass Media, we had frequent guest speakers from the different media outlets. One Wednesday in September a woman from one of the Church of God magazines came and spoke for our class. She was a rather...eh…exuberant…woman, very…excited…and…um…confident…about her work. (As you can see it’s hard to fully explain the experience of such a woman. She was middle-aged, a bit taller than I, pleasantly plump, with reddish curly hair cut to her chin…wearing a bright ankle-length dress with a teal sweater-ish jacket) This was the kind of lady who was proud of her work…and rather confident in her abilities to do both her job and the job of her graphic designer…and her comic writer (she was the first…and only…one to laugh at her comic of “The Purse Driven Life.” “Fifteen purses!” she cackled. “Fifteen! I counted them!”) This, of course, evoked quite the string of jokes from my neighbor to my left. I, who usually does not condone such things, was so annoyed that I couldn’t help but laugh. This chain of joke, reaction, joke, laugh….went on for the extent of the class period. When the class finally ended, we stood up as he charmed me with his humor one last time. Then, finally, the guy with the not-so-much-anymore-shaved head, in his black t-shirt and jeans, introduced himself to me, in my pinkish/ coralish blazer with a teal tank underneath, jeans, and matching teal strappy sandals (I only mention these outfits for two reasons: 1. to show off my uncanny ability to remember random things, and 2. because I would later come to find that, ironically enough, the efforts of my “5th Ave” look were really no big lure to him).
“I’m J.”
The guy with the shaved head.
Yes. Yes, it’s true. I almost met that guy with the shaved head that day, but he seemed too busy and down to business for such things. I don’t know what it was, but at the end of that day, there were only two faces that stuck in my mind, and his was one of them (no need to guess on the other…I‘ve already said).
Too busy (or too distracted…or too good…ha;) for such things as introductions he continued to be for the coming weeks, even though his personally chosen seat was right next to mine (I already knew his name, but still). Sure, he was gone for a couple weeks on a missions trip (hmmm…impressive), but there were still weeks of his presence in which the only times he would speak to me--the one sitting one foot from him--was to ask to borrow my pen to sign the attendance sheet.
Until one day….
In Intro to Mass Media, we had frequent guest speakers from the different media outlets. One Wednesday in September a woman from one of the Church of God magazines came and spoke for our class. She was a rather...eh…exuberant…woman, very…excited…and…um…confident…about her work. (As you can see it’s hard to fully explain the experience of such a woman. She was middle-aged, a bit taller than I, pleasantly plump, with reddish curly hair cut to her chin…wearing a bright ankle-length dress with a teal sweater-ish jacket) This was the kind of lady who was proud of her work…and rather confident in her abilities to do both her job and the job of her graphic designer…and her comic writer (she was the first…and only…one to laugh at her comic of “The Purse Driven Life.” “Fifteen purses!” she cackled. “Fifteen! I counted them!”) This, of course, evoked quite the string of jokes from my neighbor to my left. I, who usually does not condone such things, was so annoyed that I couldn’t help but laugh. This chain of joke, reaction, joke, laugh….went on for the extent of the class period. When the class finally ended, we stood up as he charmed me with his humor one last time. Then, finally, the guy with the not-so-much-anymore-shaved head, in his black t-shirt and jeans, introduced himself to me, in my pinkish/ coralish blazer with a teal tank underneath, jeans, and matching teal strappy sandals (I only mention these outfits for two reasons: 1. to show off my uncanny ability to remember random things, and 2. because I would later come to find that, ironically enough, the efforts of my “5th Ave” look were really no big lure to him).
“I’m J.”
They called her "Gypsy Rose"
Nanc has given me a new name today...Gypsy.
No, my car is still not unloaded but holds just about everything I brought to New York. My clothing selection is determined by what I can get my hands on that morning. Fun times:)
Despite this, I am beginning to settle in here, contrary to my “in-limbo” state. I deemed yesterday a good day, and I am thankful for the new friends I have here. I am so grateful and thankful for both the Hulls and all the Sinclairs (and associates) who have been so hospitable and friendly in welcoming me here. They are a God-send.
Today is the day I’m finally going to go get some food (I figured it was about time). So, I am off to the Potsdam food co-op to garner eggs, apples, carrots, and popcorn of the only sort that Kelly Berg will eat them.
Oh. One more thing before I go…because honor should be given where honor is due...and just in case there's someone reading who needs a testimony of God's provision. I wasn’t quite sure how all my finances were going to work out. I had the whole fiasco with the bank a couple of months ago, and my trip to Spain and plans for the coming months leave me without an opportunity to get a job this summer. But God is definitely true to His word and provides for His children. My dad greatly blessed me before he left for his business trip (I leaving before he came back). Thanks to my dad, my gas money (to both NY and from TN to IL), my new tires, food, hotel, and etc…were all taken care of. In addition to this, I will have money for the rest of the summer to take care of food, gas, etc. thanks to Lore who took my spot in my house in Tennessee and therefore is paying me rent (that I had pre-paid at the beginning of the semester for the house). Oh, and then there was that $100 check from the bank in Tennessee (not the nasty one) for opening a new account. And I give the Lord all glory for these blessings. He is indeed faithful to His word. We can rest assured on this.
No, my car is still not unloaded but holds just about everything I brought to New York. My clothing selection is determined by what I can get my hands on that morning. Fun times:)
Despite this, I am beginning to settle in here, contrary to my “in-limbo” state. I deemed yesterday a good day, and I am thankful for the new friends I have here. I am so grateful and thankful for both the Hulls and all the Sinclairs (and associates) who have been so hospitable and friendly in welcoming me here. They are a God-send.
Today is the day I’m finally going to go get some food (I figured it was about time). So, I am off to the Potsdam food co-op to garner eggs, apples, carrots, and popcorn of the only sort that Kelly Berg will eat them.
Oh. One more thing before I go…because honor should be given where honor is due...and just in case there's someone reading who needs a testimony of God's provision. I wasn’t quite sure how all my finances were going to work out. I had the whole fiasco with the bank a couple of months ago, and my trip to Spain and plans for the coming months leave me without an opportunity to get a job this summer. But God is definitely true to His word and provides for His children. My dad greatly blessed me before he left for his business trip (I leaving before he came back). Thanks to my dad, my gas money (to both NY and from TN to IL), my new tires, food, hotel, and etc…were all taken care of. In addition to this, I will have money for the rest of the summer to take care of food, gas, etc. thanks to Lore who took my spot in my house in Tennessee and therefore is paying me rent (that I had pre-paid at the beginning of the semester for the house). Oh, and then there was that $100 check from the bank in Tennessee (not the nasty one) for opening a new account. And I give the Lord all glory for these blessings. He is indeed faithful to His word. We can rest assured on this.
5.20.2006
Oh, so far away..
After two days of driving, I finally arrived. Eight hours driving through Canada is enough to push anyone over the edge…okay, well, maybe not. I found the radio to be highly educational as I learned yet another dialect to add to my repertoire (“oot,” “aboot,” “PROcess,” and the like). Rain was not an uncommon sight in the past two days, and when I crossed the “slippery when wet” metal bridge from Canada to the US, there was no exception.
So, dreary, rainy, cooler weather welcomed me to the great north country of New York. Arriving shortly after seven in Madrid, I immediately went to the church where the home school academy was having the last hoorah for the year. There I once again saw the faces I had meet a time that seems like forever ago. The hugs and warm hellos were more than welcomed after my journey. It was nice to know I had arrived somewhere where I would be “rewarded” for my voyage.
Adjustments aren’t always easy, and plans don’t always turn out as expected. It is indeed much different being here without my friends by my side, but I’m thankful for the new ones that will be. I must say, though, that I can't help but think of the two so far away who are the reason for my being here. I love and miss you.
Yes, I will be honest and say that everything is a bit overwhelming right now and perhaps even a tad awkward at times. But I am here. And I am here expectant of what is in store this summer, to the glory of my Lord.
So, dreary, rainy, cooler weather welcomed me to the great north country of New York. Arriving shortly after seven in Madrid, I immediately went to the church where the home school academy was having the last hoorah for the year. There I once again saw the faces I had meet a time that seems like forever ago. The hugs and warm hellos were more than welcomed after my journey. It was nice to know I had arrived somewhere where I would be “rewarded” for my voyage.
Adjustments aren’t always easy, and plans don’t always turn out as expected. It is indeed much different being here without my friends by my side, but I’m thankful for the new ones that will be. I must say, though, that I can't help but think of the two so far away who are the reason for my being here. I love and miss you.
Yes, I will be honest and say that everything is a bit overwhelming right now and perhaps even a tad awkward at times. But I am here. And I am here expectant of what is in store this summer, to the glory of my Lord.
5.19.2006
I'm too tired to come up with a title.
I. Hate. Road. Construction.
I'm boycotting Michigan on the way back, fo' rizzle.
This does day does go down as one of the worst travel days, but it's OKAY. Tomorrow, I will be in New York.
Missing you.
Good night.
I'm boycotting Michigan on the way back, fo' rizzle.
This does day does go down as one of the worst travel days, but it's OKAY. Tomorrow, I will be in New York.
Missing you.
Good night.
5.17.2006
People.
The need for two new tires brought me to Discount Tires yesterday, and I found myself sitting on a rod iron chair outside for a half an hour. I had brought a notebook to try and figure out some finances while I waited. I quickly did my figuring and moved on to writing a new post.
I'm sure it was a lovely post. It was about my family on Sunday. I started telling how my dad hugged me and said "I love you" before he left for his business trip...and commented how good can come from not-so-good circumstances. I then moved on to my day at my grandparents and how we spent most of the day sorting through their house packed full with 50 years worth of stuff. I told of how I came home with three boxes of treasures: two filled with old Wedgewood china and one filled with my own little finds such as an old glass medicine bottle for my bottle collection, a daisy painting by my grandma's uncle, a tin plate of the Hawaiian islands, an antique brass bugle, a Norman Rockwell picture of a Cubs game, and various other treasures.
I'm sure, had I finished the new entry, I would have moved on to Monday, and briefly told of finally getting to talk with my sister-in-law (two girls under 2 don't allow for much time for chatting). And certainly I would have said that it's good to have someone who will ask the harder questions...questions that make you think...and how sometimes, being able to have answers to those hard questions, being able to talk through the how's and the why's can bring greater peace than if those concerns had not been brought up, lest one be offended or defensive.
Ah, but I didn't finish writing my new post yesterday. Instead, as I was writing a nice older gentleman came and sat in the chair two feet from mine. He sat there for a few minutes before asking me what I was writing. He commended me for writing, he himself not really enjoying writing or reading, even though he went to school and was in the Navy. We talked a little longer until he introduced himself as Sam. I told him how I go to school in Tennessee and of my plans for the summer--"Good for you," he said. He told me how he turned 70 on Saturday and how he retired 15 years ago, but got bored after a year and got another job. It was a very pleasant time indeed, and I left delighted that I had met Sam. I rarely meet random people, keeping to myself mostly. But meeting Sam reminded me of what joy can be found in going outside my little Kelly bubble. One of the resolutions I set at the beginning of the semester in girls' group was to look outside myself every day and make conscious efforts to serve not only my friends and family, but those I do not know. We truly don't know how our words or actions could bring life and light to the spirit who needs it. Thanks Sam for the friendly reminder and encouragement.
I'm sure it was a lovely post. It was about my family on Sunday. I started telling how my dad hugged me and said "I love you" before he left for his business trip...and commented how good can come from not-so-good circumstances. I then moved on to my day at my grandparents and how we spent most of the day sorting through their house packed full with 50 years worth of stuff. I told of how I came home with three boxes of treasures: two filled with old Wedgewood china and one filled with my own little finds such as an old glass medicine bottle for my bottle collection, a daisy painting by my grandma's uncle, a tin plate of the Hawaiian islands, an antique brass bugle, a Norman Rockwell picture of a Cubs game, and various other treasures.
I'm sure, had I finished the new entry, I would have moved on to Monday, and briefly told of finally getting to talk with my sister-in-law (two girls under 2 don't allow for much time for chatting). And certainly I would have said that it's good to have someone who will ask the harder questions...questions that make you think...and how sometimes, being able to have answers to those hard questions, being able to talk through the how's and the why's can bring greater peace than if those concerns had not been brought up, lest one be offended or defensive.
Ah, but I didn't finish writing my new post yesterday. Instead, as I was writing a nice older gentleman came and sat in the chair two feet from mine. He sat there for a few minutes before asking me what I was writing. He commended me for writing, he himself not really enjoying writing or reading, even though he went to school and was in the Navy. We talked a little longer until he introduced himself as Sam. I told him how I go to school in Tennessee and of my plans for the summer--"Good for you," he said. He told me how he turned 70 on Saturday and how he retired 15 years ago, but got bored after a year and got another job. It was a very pleasant time indeed, and I left delighted that I had met Sam. I rarely meet random people, keeping to myself mostly. But meeting Sam reminded me of what joy can be found in going outside my little Kelly bubble. One of the resolutions I set at the beginning of the semester in girls' group was to look outside myself every day and make conscious efforts to serve not only my friends and family, but those I do not know. We truly don't know how our words or actions could bring life and light to the spirit who needs it. Thanks Sam for the friendly reminder and encouragement.
5.12.2006
Nothing eloquent.
I'd say it's been a fairly decent day.
My Dad took the day off of work, so I wasn't "mopping" around the house, wasting my time doing....nothing. But I did a little organizing, and I did a little reading and writing. God's Word is indeed living and active. How I can get something new out of a passage I've read for 15 years proves the timelessness of His word. And not only to gain something new, but for His word to confirm a few other things in my life as well...well...that's pretty awesome. I have a greater peace about this summer. It's going to be awesome.
Randomness....
I talked to my Dad a bit more about decisions and what-not... Hmmmm....
I worked out with my Dad for two hours...nice.
I received some awesome news on the phone from her. :)
I happily received a short call from him.
And just in case you Tennessee folk think I may have forgotten about you...
I thought about him when I passed a silver mustang.
I thought about Bec when I donned my "martha stewart" pants (hey, it's been a bit cold).
I thought about her when I watched LOST.
I thought about Rach when trying to find something to wear.
I thought about her when I was walking around in my pajamas...and when I wanted to talk about stuff...
I thought about him when I used a stuffed dog as a pillow...and when I was doing weights at the gym...and when I passed the rice milk at the grocery store...and...
I miss and love you all. We will be reunited soon and very soon.
This is all I have to say to you right now...nothing eloquent...just a few thoughts from me to you.
My Dad took the day off of work, so I wasn't "mopping" around the house, wasting my time doing....nothing. But I did a little organizing, and I did a little reading and writing. God's Word is indeed living and active. How I can get something new out of a passage I've read for 15 years proves the timelessness of His word. And not only to gain something new, but for His word to confirm a few other things in my life as well...well...that's pretty awesome. I have a greater peace about this summer. It's going to be awesome.
Randomness....
I talked to my Dad a bit more about decisions and what-not... Hmmmm....
I worked out with my Dad for two hours...nice.
I received some awesome news on the phone from her. :)
I happily received a short call from him.
And just in case you Tennessee folk think I may have forgotten about you...
I thought about him when I passed a silver mustang.
I thought about Bec when I donned my "martha stewart" pants (hey, it's been a bit cold).
I thought about her when I watched LOST.
I thought about Rach when trying to find something to wear.
I thought about her when I was walking around in my pajamas...and when I wanted to talk about stuff...
I thought about him when I used a stuffed dog as a pillow...and when I was doing weights at the gym...and when I passed the rice milk at the grocery store...and...
I miss and love you all. We will be reunited soon and very soon.
This is all I have to say to you right now...nothing eloquent...just a few thoughts from me to you.
5.11.2006
5.09.2006
You say goodbye...
It's only been thirteen hours.
I finally made it back to Illinois today, after the sudden change of plans last week (and I'm not complaining). This morning, I got up at 7am to finish the stuffing of my car. With the assistance of my Lor and the removal of a couple of boxes, we managed to fit just about everything necessary (and I'm sure a lot that was not).
And we said goodbye.
Goodbye to the greatest friends I could have asked or hoped for. Goodbye to the people who helped me to love. Goodbye to the ones who encouraged me to be me. Goodbye to the kind of friends who will always be friends.
Goodbye to a couple housies. Goodbye to a very special friend. Goodbye to a best friend.
I miss you already. I spent the majority of my time contemplating the quickest route back...or something like that.
But now I am here, and my car sits in the garage, still riding low to the ground because of the masses of stuff it contains. I can't unpack it. Not just yet. That's too final. So, tonight, I take out only a few items...my toothbrush (&etc.), my camera, my computer, my vitamins and Roo.
Don't misunderstand. I'm stoked for this summer and all that is in store.
That doesn't make leaving any easier, though.
I finally made it back to Illinois today, after the sudden change of plans last week (and I'm not complaining). This morning, I got up at 7am to finish the stuffing of my car. With the assistance of my Lor and the removal of a couple of boxes, we managed to fit just about everything necessary (and I'm sure a lot that was not).
And we said goodbye.
Goodbye to the greatest friends I could have asked or hoped for. Goodbye to the people who helped me to love. Goodbye to the ones who encouraged me to be me. Goodbye to the kind of friends who will always be friends.
Goodbye to a couple housies. Goodbye to a very special friend. Goodbye to a best friend.
I miss you already. I spent the majority of my time contemplating the quickest route back...or something like that.
But now I am here, and my car sits in the garage, still riding low to the ground because of the masses of stuff it contains. I can't unpack it. Not just yet. That's too final. So, tonight, I take out only a few items...my toothbrush (&etc.), my camera, my computer, my vitamins and Roo.
Don't misunderstand. I'm stoked for this summer and all that is in store.
That doesn't make leaving any easier, though.
5.03.2006
I'm leaving on a jet plane...
We wake up every morning, a general plan for the day in our heads and on our calendars. Every week we live in the present, sometimes wondering if life will ever change.
Well, it does. And these are my words of encouragement....just when we think we've got it all planned out...just when we become content with our lot....just when we surrender all to God...when we find it hard to believe that life will ever be different... We just don't know what tomorrow holds. Our hope is safe in God. He is awesome...and very, very faithful..not to mention patient. ..
It's been an awesome week:)
Well, it does. And these are my words of encouragement....just when we think we've got it all planned out...just when we become content with our lot....just when we surrender all to God...when we find it hard to believe that life will ever be different... We just don't know what tomorrow holds. Our hope is safe in God. He is awesome...and very, very faithful..not to mention patient. ..
It's been an awesome week:)
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