Wacky Tag Wednesday: Welcome Back to America!
Well, technically, I'm the one who's coming back. You get the point, right? Can my excuse for not blogging be that I was too distracted by the sun and sea, Sicilia, Sardegna, and starry-eyed Italian men? It totally was for a week and a half (and Paris/French countryside/Biarritz/Spain/Barcelona before that)!
Girls, I'm not even going to try and catch up. I'm just going to have to try harder this go 'round.
I AM: the brownest I've ever been, and peeling from a really bad sunburn that led to a really interesting friendship with two boys from Holland. I am also quite excited about how God has had a plan for me all along. Quite excited, indeed.
I WANT: to know why I feel more at ease around non-native speakers of English like train conductors and foreign university students than the kids in my summer classes at Western.
I WISH: that I could remember half of the little things I saw everywhere in France, Spain, or Italy and took for granted because I was so used to being there already.
I HATE: that pictures are only 1.000 words.
I MISS: my spot on Flo's couch, Brooke's crazy faces, Sarai's laugh, Bina's smile, Allie's chases and 'real' chocolate.
I HEAR: that if you throw three coins in the Trevi Fountain, you get what you wish for. I'm really glad I did it again.
I WONDER: why Americans live in such a private culture of fear of germs and strangers.
I REGRET: nothing, except having to throw up five times in two hours. And that only because I missed out on so much conversation.
I AM NOT: really as focused on my trip as this makes it sound. It's just still really fresh in my mind.
I DANCE: when no one else will; like in the line for the Vatican with a boy from South Carolina who might have me beat for best leader in a two-step.
I SING: when I am happy and to cheer myself up when I am sad; sometimes, even if I don't know all the words.
I CRY: at old couples sharing gelato and taking care of one another, at the prospect of never seeing someone again, all across Rome, on the train to the airport, on the last plane home, when I laugh too hard.
I AM NOT ALWAYS: very loud; it comes out when I am either very comfortable with the people around me or rather uncomfortable with them at all.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: skirts, muscles relax, playdoh models of things, slinky bridges, flower arrangements.
I WRITE: letters and emails and messages and things in chalk on sidewalks and stickynotes on cars and poetry, sometimes.
I CONFUSE: the approval of God with the approval of others.
I NEED: a lot less than what I get.
I SHOULD: be seventy times seven times more thankful for that than I usually am.
I START: relationships as if I will know that person for the rest of my life.
I FINISH: tests, meals, and other people's sentences earlier than I ought.
I LIVE: as if what I earn and what I get are not as important as who I am.
I PRAY: a lot while driving and listening to music; more for the ability to accept things than for changing things themselves.
I SEEK: a life that makes God content.
I WOULD RATHER: eat tomato and mayonnaise sandwiches on my front porch in the late evening sun with a best friend than get caught up in the deceiving pressure of work and obligations.
I PREFER: dogs over cats, pull-and-peel over traditional, sour over salty, love over security.
I KNOW: that everything will always work out the way it's supposed to work, even if my perspective doesn't get the whole picture.
I MUST HAVE: been crazy when I went to the train station to see that boy off to Switzerland. You don't just do that for an almost-perfect stranger.
I HOPE: that said boy emails when he gets back in the States; if not, that's okay. It's all in the bigger plan, anyway.
