Wednesday, July 21, 2010

The First Post

Well, it's July 21st of 2010, and there's 28 more days 'til I leave Michigan to go to school in Chicago- I'm going to be among the other freshmen of Moody Bible Institute, working towards a major in Urban Ministries and living on-campus in Smith 7.

For the past week I've been EPIC packing up my room, because I'm moving back to my parents for a month and working with my father, who is a carpenter. I have three little siblings who I am going to see 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and I'm preparing myself to relearn the definitions of 'patience' and 'role model'. All six of us (including my mom and dad) are a cute bunch; preferring to substitute "quirks" with "traditions" and well known for the smells of chili and the sounds of disco wafting out of our windows.

Since I am the first kid in the family to go to college (I'm the oldest, so it's a given), this whole process has been new and exciting and scarey. I've had to apply for scholarships, fill in the FAFSA, buy things for the dorm, collaborate with my roommates, prepare myself for classes, pack up my room, and worry over paperwork. Who knew college was going to be so hard- and I'm not even there yet!

Last night was the last night of packing and repacking- and because it was the last night there I decided to take a break from the "have-to-do" and start on the "want-to-do" just for a little while. So I celebrated and grieved the move with a little ice cream, lots of spanish music and dancing, and a long bubble bath, reading the Bourne Identity surrounded by foam. Then I got out, put my hair up, and watched the newest episodes of White Collar and Covert Affairs before going to bed.

This morning was pretty tough. I went to go look for something before leaving for work and found everything in boxes! (Of course! lol) My bus driver, with whom I've had a very good relationship with for the past 2 and a half months, talking and laughing every weekday morning at 814 am, gave me a free ride-pass home and a tearful hug goodbye, because it was my last day of work, and therefor last bus ride. Sigh, Change is difficult.


  1. *hugs* I'm praying for you! Change is scary no matter what kind - I'm so thankful that our God is unchanging! :D


  2. Me too! :) Thanks so much! This move is terrifying, but in a good way, too. :)