So I have officially moved back to Houston, my original home, and am finally settling in, if that can even happen in the short amount of time I'm going to be here. These last few months have been a roller coaster of a ride with most ups and very few downs, or maybe I'm learning to be more of an optomist and I don't remember the bad times as much as I do the good times. I am finally and officially done with school!!! Woo hoo!!! For good! I will never, ever have to go back to college as long as I am alive and I can't tell you what kind of a weight has been lifted off my shoulders to know that I have accomplished this major goal I set out to do five years ago and now I can move on and start my life...well, start a new chapter! And my new chapter is pretty incredible if I do say so myself!
So lets go back to the beginning and how it all began...
The Lord has blessed my life so incredibly since the day I was born but I won't go that far back! I will just say that I have an amazing family who are so increidbly supportive and I believe I am who I am and I am where I am because of the unconditional love and support of those around me.
For spring break of my 4th year of college (last march) I had the opportunity to go to Paris on vacation with my Aunt Kelly and cousin Jackie! The minute I stepped foot on French ground I knew this was the place for me! I just HAD to move there! I find it crazy how God can instantly give you a dream and a passion, and that he sure did. So fast forward to this year, I have spent the last year and some researching, reading up on, learning about, practicing, etc, everything that has to do with French people, the language, moving there. Everything. I had heard about Au Pair jobs which is a live-in nanny position and I thought that would be a perfect position for me because I was a nanny back in Texas and I enjoyed it and knew I would do well at it in another country. Especially if it afforded me the opportunity to go and learn and grow and enjoy.
This past January I went to the Passion Conference in Atlanta, Georgia and was blessed to meet a sweet lady named Jessica who I spoke with about doing missions and I had told her that I had an opportunity to go on a trip to France where I felt I was being called to go but I knew I didn't have enough money to go but that I needed to make a decision pretty soon. Jessica and I talked some and she told me very directly, "Kara, if thats where the Lord wants you and he has placed the desire in your heart, don't let money stand in the way, HE WILL PROVIDE." Her words stuck close in my heart and my mind and over the next few days I start crunching numbers and praying real hard that the Lord would show me his way in what he wanted me to do. I decided to take the plung and sign up for the trip and trust that the Lord would provide. The Lord is so amazing and he provided when at times I didn't even know how the numbers added up or where the money came from. I was blessed to be on a plane to the French Alps in mid March to spend a week around the French people and serving them while enjoying a nice vacation. During that week I was able to meet a few missionary couples and families who served mostly in the Paris area and I took the time to ask questions and learn more about their ministries and what they do on a regular basis. The Lord was putting a stir in my heart even greater than anything I'd ever felt before. Later in the week we found out that our airline was going on strike and our flight had been cancelled, leaving us "stranded" (haha) in France for a few more days than expected. At that point I knew it was meant to be and I needed to get up to Paris and job search and network and make connections. The rest of my group decided to take a trip down to Italy and go explore and enjoy while I knew I had no desire to be in Italy but I needed to take this open door to go to Paris. I had made a contact with a family who lived in a suburb just outside Paris the year before when I had been there with my aunt and cousin and emailed them and asked if it would be possible for me to come and stay with them for a few days (5 days to be exact) as I was "stranded" in France and had "nowhere to go". haha. They, without hesitation, agreed to host me for the next half a week and gave me directions and phone numbers and told me to give them a call once I got into town. The next step was figuring out how to get from Grenoble, France to Paris, France. I had the option to get on a train but one of the missionaries agreed to let me ride back in their van which was a major blessing as it saved me quite a bit of money. Trains there are like plane fairs here, if you buy them in advance you can get good deals but buying a train ticket 24-48 hours in advance is not very cheap so I was very thankful for the ride and the company.
I was so excited about the opportunity to be back in Paris that I almost couldn't contain myself. I was glad for the opportunity to explore some more, to make sure this is really where I was supposed to be and to know that I could do it, I could call this place home, and to network and hopefully meet a family and get a job. I told you about a family that I had met the previous year on my trip who had agreed to let me stay with them, the Belorgeot Family. They were the biggest blessing EVER, and I know I keep describing everything as a blessing, but I truly feel that way. I know and feel that I don't deserve anything that has been given to me or that I have experienced and I owe it all to the One who has put down this path. The Belorgeot Family took me in as if I were one of their own and treated me to the best of what they had. I have never been served in such a way before and it was very awkward to constantly be given and cared for by people who barely knew me and not be able to truly show my gratitude. They took me into their home, fed me every meal I was there with them, took me to the train station and picked me up every day, let me borrow their cell phone while I was in Paris, sleep on their pull out couch in their game room, use their phone to call the US, use their computer to research and network. They threw me a surprise birthday celebration on my birthday which was amazing and so very generous. I had talked with Viriginie (the mom) about what I was trying to do and she had mentioned that she had some friends who were looking for an Au Pair and if I was interested that she could set up a meeting with them and introduce me and I took her up on her offer and one of the days I was there they took me over to meet this family who was looking for an Au Pair. This is the famiy that I would soon take their job offer and am in 29 short days going to be living with and working for.
I think this is a very long post so I will write some more on this story another day, but the story is just beginning and its so incredibly awesome that I tell everyone who asks and even those who don't. It's dangerous to start asking questions about my move to Paris because its not so simple to answer. I owe everything that I have and have been given to the One who created me and first gave me the dream and desire to move to France and love on the French people. I am so excited about the next and newest chapter in my life and I hope that those who read my blog would keep in touch with me and pray for me as I know in the next 11 plus months I am going to need all the love, support, and prayers that I can get!
So ***cheers*** to faith, new passions, and this new journey I am embarking on...
Sunday, June 13
Tuesday, June 1
Hong Kongggg
Meet my Chinese boyfriend, Conan. And Fannie is the Chinese girl above and to the left. They were our transltors while in China and have become some dear people to me! I still keep in touch with Conan on a regular basis.
Our first experience with Dim Sum, one of A LOT, on our first day in Hong Kong. Needless to say, we ate a lot of Chinese food and I do not miss it being back back in the States. :-)
Hello from Hong Kong. If this were any other other country I probably would've said "hello" in that language but I do not know how to say or spell hello in Chinese so I give up. There is only one more day of being in Hong Kong before I am on a plane back to Texas and I can't tell you how happy that makes me. :-D I have had such a great time and experienced SO much and made so many great memories, but girl, I am so ready for a Dr. Pepper and some guacamole. Fatigue hit me TODAY and after I woke up from a two-hour nap I was in a sour mood and ready to be back in my own bed and wash my clothes and drink tap water! Let me tell you though, if anyone reads this, if you have any reservations about Hong Kong or Chinese people, forget it all and go on a vaca to Hong Kong. It's a lot like New York City (so they say) except there are a lot more Asians than any other type of person, but nearly everywhere you go you can find at least one person if not more who speak English. It's really fun to meet the Asians who's have Australian accents because they studied there! haha. Anyways, like I said, I have had a great experience and I will not soon forget anything that has happened while being here! My parents are amazing for giving me such a great opportunity and I couldn't even begin to express my gratitude for everything they have afforded me in this experience.
Thursday, May 13
last
PRAISE THE LORD:
May 13 marks the LAST time I will ever have to drive up to Denton EVER again while being a student! WOOO HOOO! Good-bye driving 40 miles each way 4 days a week to go to classes. So long to being best friends with the people who work at the gas station across the street from my house because I go 3-4 times a week. So long professors, being a number in a system, viewed by my GPA and SO LONG looming cloud that has hung over my head for the past five years!
HELLLOOOOOO reading all the time the books I want to read and studying the subjects I want to study (FRENCH). HELLLLOOOO to hanging out with friends and family whenever I want and getting a real job. Even though that real job is being a nanny in Paris...but who said I had to grow up right away? Helllloooo to adulthood and freedom!
AND HELLLOOOOOO Hong Kong and Paris! You await me with open arms and I can't wait to be embraced by all the experiences and memories you have waiting for me! I can't wait to spend many hours getting lost in your ways and learning your cultures and food.
I think I would take a 20 hour flight to China over studying for a test ANY DAY! And I hate sitting still for any length of time.
I have so much more to post, like how the Lord is working wonders in my life to get me over to Paris, but right now my bed awaits me and my eyes are half closed. (My bed that is, is a blanket on the floor...haha).
Oh, and gooood byyeee to my last FINAL of my life... whoooppeeeee!!!
PS. I turn in my application for graduation tomorrow! :-D
CHEEERRSSSS to now appreciating the past for what it was, looking onward to the future, and living in the freaking RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW moment!
May 13 marks the LAST time I will ever have to drive up to Denton EVER again while being a student! WOOO HOOO! Good-bye driving 40 miles each way 4 days a week to go to classes. So long to being best friends with the people who work at the gas station across the street from my house because I go 3-4 times a week. So long professors, being a number in a system, viewed by my GPA and SO LONG looming cloud that has hung over my head for the past five years!
HELLLOOOOOO reading all the time the books I want to read and studying the subjects I want to study (FRENCH). HELLLLOOOO to hanging out with friends and family whenever I want and getting a real job. Even though that real job is being a nanny in Paris...but who said I had to grow up right away? Helllloooo to adulthood and freedom!
AND HELLLOOOOOO Hong Kong and Paris! You await me with open arms and I can't wait to be embraced by all the experiences and memories you have waiting for me! I can't wait to spend many hours getting lost in your ways and learning your cultures and food.
I think I would take a 20 hour flight to China over studying for a test ANY DAY! And I hate sitting still for any length of time.
I have so much more to post, like how the Lord is working wonders in my life to get me over to Paris, but right now my bed awaits me and my eyes are half closed. (My bed that is, is a blanket on the floor...haha).
Oh, and gooood byyeee to my last FINAL of my life... whoooppeeeee!!!
PS. I turn in my application for graduation tomorrow! :-D
CHEEERRSSSS to now appreciating the past for what it was, looking onward to the future, and living in the freaking RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW moment!
Monday, May 10
are you serious?
I have a history of making stupid mistakes...OFTEN! The most recent ones I can remember have been in booking tickets or missing flights. Yea, money making mistakes. So this past December I spent about 17 days in New Mexico visiting family and on December 31 I was to fly from Albuquerque to Houston where I was to go to a New Years Eve party and then the very next morning I was going to get up and move to Dallas and then a few hours later leave for the long hike to Atlanta, Georgia. Clearly there was no time for mistakes because I couldn't miss a beat of those few days or it would be a ripple effect. First of all, in booking my ticket in October, I first booked a round trip ticket from NM to TX and then back to NM. Smarrrrt one! Then instead of canceling my ticket and reusing the money (the ticket was unrefundable but the funds could be used again towards a new ticket), I just charge ANOTHER plane ticket to the credit card. What? I charged over 600 dollars to my Mom's credit card in less than 5 minutes. Oops! At least I booked the correct ticket the second time...or so I thought. December 30 rolls around and I was online trying to check in early for my flight the next day and could not, for the life of me, figure out why it would not let me check in. On my way to the airport the next day (December 31), my cousin realizes that I had booked my ticket for JANUARY 31, not DECEMBER 31. Remember when I told you earlier that I could NOT miss that flight? Oh yea!!! Luckily the stars alligned and God was on my side and knew I had places to be and people to see and the lady at the checkout counter was VERY gracious and putme on the next plane home understanding that clearly it was just a mistake of pure stupidity and unintentional. I made it home 1 flight change and layer and two hours later than expected. I then was in Atlanta, Georgia the very next week and was to catch a flight back to Dallas and was not up-to-date with my American Airlines regulations about checking in 30 minutes prior to the flight and totally missed that flight. I am used to Southwest and how they are freaking AMAZING and allow you to walk on the flight with 2 minutes to spare. Plus, I am used to the most amazing airport being 5 minutes from my apartment and the security line being non existent because they are efficent and keep it moving. I got lucky again and was put on stand-by for the next flight and was only a few hours later than expected. (I have lots of experience waiting in airports if you didn't notice).
Now my most current story does not involve a plane ticket or airport, hopefully, but it involves getting my French Visa from the French Consulate. I realize TODAY, 4 days before I thought I was scheduled to go to the consulate and take care of business, that I had booked an appointment for the Washington DC consulate and NOT the Houston Consulate. Oops! Thats a BIG oops! The next available time between my schedule and the Consulate's schedule is June 11 at 8:30am. What???? Oh Lord have Mercy! Can anyone be any more clutzy than myself????
All I have to say is that I am working on my patience skills right now because in all these instances I have no one to blame by myself! I guess the one good thing that comes out of all this stupidity is that it makes for a good story at the end...sometimes! haha.
Hope everyone is having a good week!!!
So CHEERS to ***learning from your mistakes, being able to laugh about it and learn not to repeat them ever again***
Now my most current story does not involve a plane ticket or airport, hopefully, but it involves getting my French Visa from the French Consulate. I realize TODAY, 4 days before I thought I was scheduled to go to the consulate and take care of business, that I had booked an appointment for the Washington DC consulate and NOT the Houston Consulate. Oops! Thats a BIG oops! The next available time between my schedule and the Consulate's schedule is June 11 at 8:30am. What???? Oh Lord have Mercy! Can anyone be any more clutzy than myself????
All I have to say is that I am working on my patience skills right now because in all these instances I have no one to blame by myself! I guess the one good thing that comes out of all this stupidity is that it makes for a good story at the end...sometimes! haha.
Hope everyone is having a good week!!!
So CHEERS to ***learning from your mistakes, being able to laugh about it and learn not to repeat them ever again***
Sunday, May 9
nomad...
I am a self-proclaimed nomad now. It's true. My pink suitcases, favorite sateen sheets, and myself have seen many a places to say the least. I have moved nearly every 9 months in the last 5 years. There was one place I lived for 13 months and that was only because I was locked into a lease and there was no backing out, it was a good thing actually because I got the itch to move at exactly 9 months. It was the only place in the last five years I"ve called "home" and really, truly meant it. I look back on that apartment and miss it a lot at times when I get "home sick" and don't know where that might be, but at the same time I am quick to be able to call home wherever I am for that period of time. This period of time is almost to an end and my nomad status is definitly going to be exhausted by the time June rolls around. My parents came up this weekend to help me move out and took the couch, bed, and the odds and ends of what I don't need for the next four weeks. I am currently, and for the next 4 nights, sleeping on a make-shift bed (ie the floor) in the middle of the living room of my current place. Interesting. I then pack up my belongings in my trusty flaming pink luggage (of which I get lots of crap from boys but I have yet to have a hard time spotting my luggage at the many airports it has visited, so there!) and go visit the original "home" for a few days. I then am off to make Hong Kong and China to make my home for a few weeks, and that should be the most interesting of all the "homes" I've had to create ever. Upon returning back to the best state ever, I will make home at a good friend's house where she has so graciously agreed to let me be her roommate for 4 days unti I move on to the next friend. Another week of moving from friend to friend and I will eventually make my way to my parents "home" in Houston. My next real, long-term, not going to change anytime soon, can upack my bags because honey its for real, is going to Paris, France! So as you can see, I don't use the term 'nomad' lightly! This has been an incredible journey so far and its only going to get crazier as the days go by!
On a different note, why is it that you don't realize what you have until it's (nearly) gone? Such as...I've been living in Dallas since Feb of 2006 and this weekend was technically my first time ever to go to Fort Worth. Fort Worth, meaning, the other part of the Dallas/Fort Worth...a 45 minute drive from where I currently live, the home of lots of COOL stuff. Why in the world have I never been? Or even thought to go? My parents came up to visit me this weekend and we decided to take a mini vacation to Fort Worth and had a blast and a half. We stayed in a really nice hotel in downtown Fort Worth and enjoyed our Saturday at the Stock Yards, ate some greasy foods, and even bought some cowboy boots. We ended up getting tickets to the Rodeo and had a blast going to the Fort Worth rodeo, of which they have every single weekend. Who knew? And I, as much of a city girl as I am, love the rodeo! It's one of my favorite times of the year in Houston. (Well, maybe the fact that its comes the month of my birthday has something to do with it also). And did I mention I got a pair of cowboy boots? It was a very gracious gift from my parents, whom I convinced I needed before I moved to France. haha. I honestly thought I was the last Texan to purchase a pair of cowboy boots and leave it to me to only want a pair when I have plans to leave the country. I wish I could post a picture but I am lazy to upload photos so that will probably not ever happen. Needless to say, except that I already did, but I had a great time and throughout the weekend my parents and I kept saying, "how did we not know about this sooner?"
And to complete a wonderful weekend, I had a great celebratory dinner with some old friends. I really haven't known them that long, just a few years, but it feels like we've been friends forever. Another example of how you don't realize how good you have it until it's almost gone. And by that I really mean that I have been focusing on really enjoying every experience and relationship and everything inbetween because in a few short months I will no longer be able to call the people I love just to chat or make dinner plans for the next week and I am wanting to savor every second of every day. So I had dinner with an old colleague and her husband and baby girl and another previous colleague who is around the same age as myself. It was nice to sit and enjoy each others company and hear about what is going on in each others lives and it doesn't hurt that we were eating some good ol fried food. Gotta do it Texas style. It was sweet Jacqueline's 3rd birthday and I got her a princess tiara and clip on earlings, what else would you get the cutest three year old? I really am recognizing what great friendships I have been blessed to have and wishing I had recognized that a lot earlier rather than now that I am leaving. I had a great evening and it just made it even better to recognize in the moment just how great my company really is.
And yet another note: this week is going to be my last week with my girls that I've been with for two years now. I can't believe that this chapter is slowly coming to an end. It's been a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs and everything inbetween and there is a part of me that is highly relieved to pass the baton to the next brave soul who decides to take on the roll of caregiver for these girls, but as much as they make me want to pull out my premature gray hairs, they have stolen my heart and I will forever love them! Lately we've been having a lot of goods days and maybe thats because I haven't been putting up as much of a fight, but I like to think they are finally growing up and learning to be nice young ladies. I keep telling them and myself I need to start writing down the things that come out of these girls mouths because they say some pretty ridiculous things and I just can't help but wonder what goes on inside those heads of theirs. But I fail miserable and never write down anything they say. Oh well. I do have one story though that has to be told to the blog world and that is one that happened this past Friday afternoon. On Thursday the girls noticed I was wearing a pretty plain gold (ish) necklace with my outfit and all three of them commented on it and said how much they loved it and wanted one themselves. (It was just a piece of fashion jewelry, nothing special) They said they wanted a necklace just like mine and asked me to take them to this one store to go see if they could find something similar. It was already too late in the afternoon so I told them that on Friday I would take them after school and I would also indulge them in McDonalds, their favorite place to go for afternoon snacks. So the next day the girls come home from school, they don't let me forget what I had promised them and we pile in my car to start our adventure for the afternoon. Well, myself and 2 of the girls pile in my car. Lauren, who is 12 (almost 13) runs back in the house and says she has to go find her money. This means we'll be waiting a while because she is a child who feels no need to hurry, ever! After waiting in the car for five minutes I decide I'm going to drive down the street and hopefully it'll scare her into hurrying up and so I do just that and about 6 or 7 houses down the street, I stop and turn around to go get her, where by this time she is waiting on the curb for to come back. I stop infront of the house, she opens the door and jumps in and in with her comes clunking and clanking of noises. The curious person I am looks back and says, "what the heck is that?" Ha Ha Ha... the girl (almost 13 years old) had grabbed her piggy bank (really a bunny rabit missing one ear) and ran outside to jump in my car. Needless to say, I immedietly grabbed my camera and snapped a shot of that. We make our way to McDonalds to have a snack of french fries and Dr. Pepper, these are my kind of girls, and I, of coarse, make Lauren bring her piggy bank inside because I find it hilarious that she really brought it and I think its funny when the girls do what I tell them to when its ridiculous, such as taking her piggy bank to McDonalds. She ended up counting the money in my car and found out that she had nearly 20 dollars in there (mostly in change) and once we got to the store to pick out necklaces she ended up not buying one because she was embarrassed to count out the money in all coins. Oh well. Maybe next time?
Lauren with her piggy (bunny) bank!
The girls and I at McDonalds in true fashion being nutcases. Oh man will I miss (haha) these girls to death!
So for the longest post ever...
Cheers to ***living in the moment, and enjoying it by eating great food with great people****
G'Night y'all!
On a different note, why is it that you don't realize what you have until it's (nearly) gone? Such as...I've been living in Dallas since Feb of 2006 and this weekend was technically my first time ever to go to Fort Worth. Fort Worth, meaning, the other part of the Dallas/Fort Worth...a 45 minute drive from where I currently live, the home of lots of COOL stuff. Why in the world have I never been? Or even thought to go? My parents came up to visit me this weekend and we decided to take a mini vacation to Fort Worth and had a blast and a half. We stayed in a really nice hotel in downtown Fort Worth and enjoyed our Saturday at the Stock Yards, ate some greasy foods, and even bought some cowboy boots. We ended up getting tickets to the Rodeo and had a blast going to the Fort Worth rodeo, of which they have every single weekend. Who knew? And I, as much of a city girl as I am, love the rodeo! It's one of my favorite times of the year in Houston. (Well, maybe the fact that its comes the month of my birthday has something to do with it also). And did I mention I got a pair of cowboy boots? It was a very gracious gift from my parents, whom I convinced I needed before I moved to France. haha. I honestly thought I was the last Texan to purchase a pair of cowboy boots and leave it to me to only want a pair when I have plans to leave the country. I wish I could post a picture but I am lazy to upload photos so that will probably not ever happen. Needless to say, except that I already did, but I had a great time and throughout the weekend my parents and I kept saying, "how did we not know about this sooner?"
And to complete a wonderful weekend, I had a great celebratory dinner with some old friends. I really haven't known them that long, just a few years, but it feels like we've been friends forever. Another example of how you don't realize how good you have it until it's almost gone. And by that I really mean that I have been focusing on really enjoying every experience and relationship and everything inbetween because in a few short months I will no longer be able to call the people I love just to chat or make dinner plans for the next week and I am wanting to savor every second of every day. So I had dinner with an old colleague and her husband and baby girl and another previous colleague who is around the same age as myself. It was nice to sit and enjoy each others company and hear about what is going on in each others lives and it doesn't hurt that we were eating some good ol fried food. Gotta do it Texas style. It was sweet Jacqueline's 3rd birthday and I got her a princess tiara and clip on earlings, what else would you get the cutest three year old? I really am recognizing what great friendships I have been blessed to have and wishing I had recognized that a lot earlier rather than now that I am leaving. I had a great evening and it just made it even better to recognize in the moment just how great my company really is.
And yet another note: this week is going to be my last week with my girls that I've been with for two years now. I can't believe that this chapter is slowly coming to an end. It's been a rollercoaster ride of ups and downs and everything inbetween and there is a part of me that is highly relieved to pass the baton to the next brave soul who decides to take on the roll of caregiver for these girls, but as much as they make me want to pull out my premature gray hairs, they have stolen my heart and I will forever love them! Lately we've been having a lot of goods days and maybe thats because I haven't been putting up as much of a fight, but I like to think they are finally growing up and learning to be nice young ladies. I keep telling them and myself I need to start writing down the things that come out of these girls mouths because they say some pretty ridiculous things and I just can't help but wonder what goes on inside those heads of theirs. But I fail miserable and never write down anything they say. Oh well. I do have one story though that has to be told to the blog world and that is one that happened this past Friday afternoon. On Thursday the girls noticed I was wearing a pretty plain gold (ish) necklace with my outfit and all three of them commented on it and said how much they loved it and wanted one themselves. (It was just a piece of fashion jewelry, nothing special) They said they wanted a necklace just like mine and asked me to take them to this one store to go see if they could find something similar. It was already too late in the afternoon so I told them that on Friday I would take them after school and I would also indulge them in McDonalds, their favorite place to go for afternoon snacks. So the next day the girls come home from school, they don't let me forget what I had promised them and we pile in my car to start our adventure for the afternoon. Well, myself and 2 of the girls pile in my car. Lauren, who is 12 (almost 13) runs back in the house and says she has to go find her money. This means we'll be waiting a while because she is a child who feels no need to hurry, ever! After waiting in the car for five minutes I decide I'm going to drive down the street and hopefully it'll scare her into hurrying up and so I do just that and about 6 or 7 houses down the street, I stop and turn around to go get her, where by this time she is waiting on the curb for to come back. I stop infront of the house, she opens the door and jumps in and in with her comes clunking and clanking of noises. The curious person I am looks back and says, "what the heck is that?" Ha Ha Ha... the girl (almost 13 years old) had grabbed her piggy bank (really a bunny rabit missing one ear) and ran outside to jump in my car. Needless to say, I immedietly grabbed my camera and snapped a shot of that. We make our way to McDonalds to have a snack of french fries and Dr. Pepper, these are my kind of girls, and I, of coarse, make Lauren bring her piggy bank inside because I find it hilarious that she really brought it and I think its funny when the girls do what I tell them to when its ridiculous, such as taking her piggy bank to McDonalds. She ended up counting the money in my car and found out that she had nearly 20 dollars in there (mostly in change) and once we got to the store to pick out necklaces she ended up not buying one because she was embarrassed to count out the money in all coins. Oh well. Maybe next time?
Lauren with her piggy (bunny) bank!
The girls and I at McDonalds in true fashion being nutcases. Oh man will I miss (haha) these girls to death!
So for the longest post ever...
Cheers to ***living in the moment, and enjoying it by eating great food with great people****
G'Night y'all!
Sunday, April 25
No bueno
Today I got my first bit of bad news in a long time. To be honest, I am very blessed that this is the only bad news i have gotten in a long time because its not that bad, its just a frustration and sends me to the world of the unknown. My job for the summer fell through and I found out this morning. I understand why and its going to work out better in the end for the other guy that he not hire me (or so I need to believe) but I can't help but feel scared now. I am about to move to France in a matter of months and I need to have some money in order to do that. I need to buy an 800 dollar plane ticket in the next week, and where am I going to get the money to do that? I am asking the stupid questions, knowing full well that I am in God's control and His hands and he will take care of me because he is the one who has given me this vision and love and desire to pick up and leave everything and everyone I know and move to a foreign country where I don't speak the language or know but a few souls. But i'm still a little scared.
I am going back to the drawing board and am going to need to spend some time in prayer just trying to figure out what all the next few months have in store for me. Just saying where my heart and my head are at...
Oh, and ps. I am actually ready for Hong Kong now! woo hoo! For the last few weeks I have been dreading the thought of going to Hong Kong for three weeks! But after yesterdays meeting and the day before it, i feel like I am ready and excited again! phew! I was worried I would hate that experience because of my lack of enthusiasm towards it. But i think my mom was right, I was just tired of traveling and need to reenergize before I could focus on another trip.
Ok, now i'm off to buy food for the fridge so I don't feel the temptation to go to Chipotle (my current obsession) again.
Here's to trusting, not needing to understand, and living a day at a time!!!! CHEEERS!
Thursday, April 15
letters
Favorite song of the moment: "You and me go fishing in the dark" by the Nitty Gritty Band ----> aaaaaaamazing. (youtube it.)
Can't wait to move! Dear August 17, please don't take too long to arrive. I might pee my pants waiting. ps. I am not very patient.
Kindly, me
Dear small town drivers,
There is a speed limit on the highway you are choosing to get onto today. It is 60 mph, not the 40mph you think is a great speed to enter the onramp going. I do not mind slowing down for you, but I do not like slamming on my breaks only to find out that you have not discovered the gas pedal accelerates your car. I would appreciate it if you do not like to drive the alloted speed limit that you would mind staying off the highway and maybe choose to ride your bike next time. That might be a more appropriate mode of transportation. that's all, me
Dear school,
You take up too much time and do not leave enough time for the fun things in life like shopping, traveling, eating, etc. Thankfully, after June, I am not long obliged to attend anymore and will thankfully and gratefully take my diploma and leave.
Gratefull, me
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