Friends...
Much change has come my way in the past few months.
Corresponding with everyone individually about this change would be very time demanding and would result in us not communicating at all after a few weeks (past experience), hence the decision to blog. So I have sat down to my little MacBook, turned up a compilation of Jazz tunes by Jamie Cullum and am writing.
The decision to move to the USA continues to prevent me from falling asleep at night. I lie awake and ask myself the same questions I get from friends all day. Answering myself is often a lot tougher than answering my friends. I hope that doesn't mean i'm not being honest with those around me. I would like to think not.
The truth is I know almost nothing for sure. I do know that I live in a great house with five awesome guys. I know that I like the little city of Conway, AR and it's college life, that I am not yet fully a part of. But the bigger questions still remain unanswered. Starbucks or Tropical Smoothie? Volkswagen Golf or Honda Civic? School or music? Blond or brunette? ;) Some questions seem more important than others. Some of the ones I mentioned aren't exactly relevant at this time.
And as I adjust, waves of nostalgia seem to come and go. My home of fifteen years seems distant and so do my old friends. Email and myspace and chats aren't as real as one would like them to be. I love you all on the other side of the puddle a bunch, more than you know for sure. You are the world that I know, and I have not left for good.
Then I pray that God would confirm my being here and He does...but I have to pray for this often.
Much change has come my way in the past few months.
Corresponding with everyone individually about this change would be very time demanding and would result in us not communicating at all after a few weeks (past experience), hence the decision to blog. So I have sat down to my little MacBook, turned up a compilation of Jazz tunes by Jamie Cullum and am writing.
The decision to move to the USA continues to prevent me from falling asleep at night. I lie awake and ask myself the same questions I get from friends all day. Answering myself is often a lot tougher than answering my friends. I hope that doesn't mean i'm not being honest with those around me. I would like to think not.
The truth is I know almost nothing for sure. I do know that I live in a great house with five awesome guys. I know that I like the little city of Conway, AR and it's college life, that I am not yet fully a part of. But the bigger questions still remain unanswered. Starbucks or Tropical Smoothie? Volkswagen Golf or Honda Civic? School or music? Blond or brunette? ;) Some questions seem more important than others. Some of the ones I mentioned aren't exactly relevant at this time.
And as I adjust, waves of nostalgia seem to come and go. My home of fifteen years seems distant and so do my old friends. Email and myspace and chats aren't as real as one would like them to be. I love you all on the other side of the puddle a bunch, more than you know for sure. You are the world that I know, and I have not left for good.
Then I pray that God would confirm my being here and He does...but I have to pray for this often.
