So far I have had a lot of mini adventures here in ol' Chucktown. I thought that I was going to spend most of my time alone but God has blessed me with things to do and people to hang out with. I'm not as at ease here as I am in Columbia because I don't feel like I really connect with people here on the same level as back home, save one: Erin Norton.


A really cool African coffee shop opened up in downtown Charleston called Kudu. The picture on the left is what a Kudu is. Apparently its hunted like deer and it is ginormous. The coffee shop is owned my a man and his sister, both of which grew up as missionary kids in Kenya, Tanzania and a few other African countries. I wouldn't be telling the truth if I said I'm not a little jealous.



There's a different breed of Christians in this town, not bad, just different. Maybe its just the church I'm at and the people I run into. We aren't cut from the same cloth, as some would put it. Its okay though, I'm learning a lot. And last night I was finally able to be myself around old youth group kids. That's a big feat for me!

My friend and I vented about some things going on in our lives (similar issues). And at the end of getting our feelings out, we decided to figure out what we could do about the situation. How could we change things? Make it better? Let God change us? I must say, it was quit productive. Now its the holding each other accountable part that we have to keep up with.

Dark chocolate covered pretzels?! Yuuummmmyyyy.

Joke I found in a travel book:
An Argentine asks a Spaniard "Whats the closest place to heaven?" "Argentina I suppose," replied the angry Spaniard (Argentines are supposedly known for being arrogant). "Nope, its Uruguay." (that's the country right next to Argentina).

where is home?

So here I am, in Charleston, and I'm trying to adapt. Its a wee bit lonely because I went from being around awesome people almost 24/7 to being...well, home...alone most of the time. But its okay because it is starting to prepare me for Argentina. Besides, I'm not always alone. My brother and I went for a little jog yesterday. Did I mention that I hate running? I'm trying to like it now but we'll see what happens.

Its comforting to know that I will be returning to Columbia eventually (never thought I'd be saying that). But for now, things are still good.

I went to Barnes and Noble the other day, with a gingerbread steamer in my hand, I set out to start reading Captivating. I feel a little behind because it appears that most of the women in my life have already read it. It wasn't on the shelf so I picked out a different book by John Eldridege called something like Waking the Dead. So good!! It talks about living life abundantly and what the crap that means because most of us aren't living that way and don't know where to begin. The blurb about doing what Jesus did and more caught my attention and I can't wait to dive in deeper. Perhaps I will purchase that book or just read it when I go to B&N.

"Take less luggage, clothing, etc. than you think you will need and take more money than you think you will need."- thats a reoccuring theme as I research what to pack for studying abroad.

People coming to my shows is my love language ~Erin Norton

Breaks are good

Christmas break has been great so far. I will never be an RA again (whoohoo) nor live in Capstone (my home for the past 2.5 years).

I'm staying at the granola hut which is awesome. Its such a blessing to be with beautiful, spirit filled girls. Everyday appears to be an adventure. Speaking of which, I went with some friends to take a friend to the airport in Charlotte. I'll sum it up by saying it was a blast. We didn't sleep for 36 hours except for the 1.5 hour nap in the parking lot of the pancake place we ate at. My sugar mamma bought me amazing boots and the iced vanilla chai was a bit of a disappointment (it came from powder).

caffeine appears to be Christians' crack and hip hop is a form of caffeine on a road trip.

God is alive and well. He continually bless me with people, gifts and experiences. He has made me a new woman (Hallelujah).

I'm enjoying this season in my life but a little nervous of its ending.

i just want to be who i was created to be.

I desire to be like You.

Like any son or daughter,

I want to be like my Father.

Lord, I want to be just like you.

~Jason Upton

Procrastinating from econ...you would too

Beautiful child. I want to wrap him in my arms, hold him in my lap, and love on him endlessly. This pictures brings forth so many feelings inside of me. I have a lot of affection for this kid and I don't even know him.

my tummy hurts. too much coffee. too many ooey gooey cinnamon rolls. i need to go on detox after exams.

i like not capitalizing my sentences.

this morning I woke up to a single knock at my door and then a man keying in, letting himself into my room. He said something about changing the air filter...Just a second...Mumble mumble...And I pulled the blanket over my head and fell back to sleep. When I woke up a few hours later I thought about the situation. I decided that I don't like that a man came into my room with out much of a notice. I don't like it, not one bit.

I wonder if Theo knows how loved she is....If Allie knows of her beauty...Is BJO aware that her acceptance means the world to many.....How is Hanneke so witty....I wish I feared man less, like Tori...Does Alison Wellings know that she makes so many people laugh...How can Liza's voice be so beautiful...And Erin Ellis be the person everyone wants to be friends with...When did Hope become so loving....And Jessica so filled with the spirit...Does Lou know she is accepted and wanted....Does Linda know that she has so much to offer...Trisha, so sweet and talented with the camera...Wendy, so elegant...Does Cindy know she is missed....Is Kimberly aware of how her compassion touches so many....? There are a great amount of amazing women in my life...Do they know how special they are? How much they mean to people? How much they mean to me? I couldn't possibly name them all, but I am truly blessed by their presence in my life.

Exam week makes me crazy

Thinking that I had an exam at nine this morning, I beat the sun to the library so I could brush up on a few things. Tori and I studied for a bit and went to class believing that we were a few minutes late for our exam (thus explaining why we passed no one in the hall). A dark and empty classroom revealed to us that out exam won't take place until 2 in the afternoon (my planner clearly states "Stat exam: 2pm")...oh well, at least I have time for blogging now, right?

Sometime I love people with such an intensity that I think it would scare/surprise them if they knew. And at other times I'm a selfish jerk who only cares about my own agenda. I need Jesus so I can love people like they are meant to be loved.

Mrs. Huckstable was sited at IHOP this past weekend at 1 in the morning. No lie. She was at the table behind us. We were going to take her napkin and sell it on eBay but that's gross (or maybe its because the IHOP employee cleared the table too quickly).

I'm blessed to have guys in my life that make sure I get home safe. Tony even ran after me the other day because he wanted me to be safe. The boys around me have turned into men...

BJo Bailey thinks we are all creative. Maybe she's right. maybe.

I'm glad that my friends let me be myself.

Thanks goes to G-mo for the chocolate covered espresso beans ("magic beans" says Jessica) that left us "cracked out."

One highlight from my weekend: Being referred to as a twottah sistoir. Makes me warm and fuzzy inside.

Tori's making me go study now...no fun!