Tuesday, July 27, 2010

home sweet home, again

So, I'm going back home for another 10 days and I'm way excited. Hopefully my mom doesn't catch wind of this because I'm telling her that I don't want to spend the money and then I'm going to get there in time to surprise her on her birthday :)

This also means that I might get to go to Purple Door Festival this year. I was disappointed that I was going to miss it. Thousand Foot Krutch is headlining Friday night and they are one of my favorites :) And the fact that I get to see my friends only a few weeks after telling them all that I'd see them at Christmas. It's gonna be good. I know I'll probably miss out on a lot of stuff here in Provo because it's the week of break between semesters but...I'll deal with it. Home is waaaay better.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

3 glorious weeks

I just spent 3 glorious weeks that were focused around two beautiful weddings. One being my dad's marriage to his 7-year partner and the other being that of my beautiful roommate (and later co-worker) from my senior year.

I was thankful to be able to spend a lot of time with my family. We went fishing, played Canasta, spent a lot of time at my grandparents, and even went to the beach. I'm so grateful for my family and the support that they give me.

I also got to spend some quality time with some good friends. I love knowing who my real friends are. They've become so evident over the past few years. It's funny how I can go 6 months without seeing them but it seems like no time has passed at all. We just go right back to where we left off. I love that feeling.

I was also blessed to make a few new friends during this time at home. I'm so glad that I was able to spend July 16th with a bunch of friends making new positive memories instead of remembering the awful ones from a year ago.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

poem 254

"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
that perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I've heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me.

- Emily Dickinson