Three years ago yesterday, I did one of the scariest things I could imagine. Three years ago today, I embarked on one of the best experiences of my life. I left on Jan. 7, 2015 to go and live in London, England, for four months. Getting on the plane and flying solo for the first time, let alone overseas, was the most terrifying thing I had done. I hugged my parents goodbye at security, and then didn’t look back, because I knew if I did, I would probably burst into tears and have to be sedated. And we’d already paid for me to go, so there wasn’t really another option.
As you may or may not know, when I did my study abroad to London a couple of years ago, Mom and Aunt S. came and visited me over spring break, and we went to Paris, Frankfurt, Berlin, and Prague. Paris was probably my favorite, and here are a few things that you often hear about Paris that I didn’t find to be true.
So back in September, I moved into my very first apartment. I’d lived in the dorms for three years, and in a house with seventeen others my last year of undergrad. In the dorm, I lived on a floor with a communal bathroom, and while I didn’t have a roommate after freshman year, I was still sharing the bathroom with sixty other girls. Senior year, there were only seven other girls that I was sharing a bathroom with, and I had my own room, but all the other spaces were communal. Then, this summer, while he was taking classes, my brother lived with me for a couple of months. He’s gone back to school now, and is in his own place, and I’m back by myself. Here are some of the ups and downs that I have discovered about living by myself. Now, a disclaimer for you- while many people do not, I actually do enjoy living alone. This list might be a little heavier on the pro side, but these are just the things that I have found to be true in my life and the experiences that I have had thus far. Continue reading
People say that questions to God have three possible answers. Yes, no, and not yet. And today, I got a no where I was expecting a yes. And to say that I’m not taking it well would be putting it lightly. I’m not sure where to go from here. I wish that this was a post where I told you about how this one thing happened that wasn’t great, but then this even better thing happened, and look how it all turned out. This isn’t like that. It might be, someday, but I’m not there yet. I’m still reeling, and trying to figure out where to go from here. I know that God has this, just looked he has everything else. And I know that he has great things planned for me, because the Bible says so. I know that hopefully someday, I will be able to look back and say, ok, I see why that happened there, because it worked with Your plan, and that made way for this.
But for right now, friends, I don’t have any answers for you. To quote the Chronicles of Narnia, “onwards and upwards.” That’s all any of us can do, really, we pick ourselves back up, brush ourselves off, and start again. The whole time, clinging to God, who is with us every step of the way.
Now it’s time to make a new plan, to dare to dream a new dream. And to turn my face towards heaven.
To onwards and upwards,
So let me start by saying, I am in no way an expert. There are plenty of people that travel far more than me who know about this. However, I’ve made my share of mistakes, and tried to learn from them, so I figure why not share the wisdom I’ve garnered from my errors? Thankfully, the longest flight I’ve been on up to this point is nine hours, because I get a little stir crazy trapped for long periods of time. Continue reading