like children we come...
i found myself back in the halls of mt. carmel today. the very new halls of mt. carmel. besides seeing my mom in her "office" i hadn't been back since graduation. i had heard sister camille anne speak at my sister's graduation last year, but hearing her speak today was a very calming experience. it made me thank God that i had a chance to be part of that school. there was something very peaceful about it all. i can recognize that i was in a bubble during those years. a very nice bubble, but a bubble nonetheless. but then i thought about it, and i think that was the best thing for me at the time. i can laugh now at the fact that i had a different colored hair ribbon in my hair EVERY, SINGLE DAY. but what is so wrong with that? i was being sheltered when i needed to be. i learned how to pray. despite the four hours of sleep i got last night, it was easy to be happy and outgoing today. being in the new assembly center was better than a good cup of coffee. i don't think it was me - i think it was the power of carmel.
God must love us, channel 28 has a marathon of Law and Order SVU. score. i hope bd wong is in these.
today i officially started getting excited about england. it probably came from me having to explain to multiple people at mt. carmel "what i was doing with my life." it was appropriate. 4 years ago, i was about pick up and move to providence. i remember telling high school friends how it felt like i was about to jump off a cliff - with a parachute, of course. i just needed to jump. i couldn't begin to imagine how it was going to feel. but i couldn't think about it, i just needed to do it. and i knew i would land on my feet eventually. funny. i've never been skydiving. but i bet i would get that same feeling in my stomach - it would feel just like that moment i got on the plane to providence 4 years ago. i don't think my friends could relate to my feelings then, but i think they can now. maybe i overanalyze things sometimes - i apologize - sometimes i work better with metaphors.
so 4 years ago it was new england. now it is england. coincedence? nah, just meant to be. i'm definitely not as scared as i was then. this is just something i want to do. something great that i'm going to be able to tell my children one day. there's really no logic behind it. no reason - just passion. and we all know "nothing in this world is accomplished without passion"
remember that. be passionate about SOMETHING in life. and never lose your passion.
my school is something straight out of a british novel. absolutely beautiful. it is in kent - called "the garden of england" - just down the street from Rochester cathedral, Cantebury, and the Leather Bottle, a pub that Charles Dickens would frequent. i'm going to be drinking newcastle at the same table as Charles Dickens. i know i was a biology major, but i can appreciate the great literary air that is going to surround me. as if that wasn't great enough - i'm going to be aroundthe corner from one of the greatest ballroom dancing venues in all of Great Britain - complete with "swing nights." amazing. the main building was built in the 1600s. a mere 400 years ago. the school is for girls 11 to 18 years old. i'm not sure what age group i'll be watching over - but i'll more likely be with the younger girls. they live in the main building so i'll be living with them there. i feel like the first night, i'm going to want to run around in my socks, skidding all over the place. i'm going to be THAT american girl. and the brits are just going to have to deal with it.
so 8 more days in new orleans. counting down somehow forces me to do everything i want to do here. all the things i LOVE about new orleans. appreciate those things all over again. it's funny, i do the same things every time i have come home. i should make a list of the things i want to do.
God must love us, channel 28 has a marathon of Law and Order SVU. score. i hope bd wong is in these.
today i officially started getting excited about england. it probably came from me having to explain to multiple people at mt. carmel "what i was doing with my life." it was appropriate. 4 years ago, i was about pick up and move to providence. i remember telling high school friends how it felt like i was about to jump off a cliff - with a parachute, of course. i just needed to jump. i couldn't begin to imagine how it was going to feel. but i couldn't think about it, i just needed to do it. and i knew i would land on my feet eventually. funny. i've never been skydiving. but i bet i would get that same feeling in my stomach - it would feel just like that moment i got on the plane to providence 4 years ago. i don't think my friends could relate to my feelings then, but i think they can now. maybe i overanalyze things sometimes - i apologize - sometimes i work better with metaphors.
so 4 years ago it was new england. now it is england. coincedence? nah, just meant to be. i'm definitely not as scared as i was then. this is just something i want to do. something great that i'm going to be able to tell my children one day. there's really no logic behind it. no reason - just passion. and we all know "nothing in this world is accomplished without passion"
remember that. be passionate about SOMETHING in life. and never lose your passion.
my school is something straight out of a british novel. absolutely beautiful. it is in kent - called "the garden of england" - just down the street from Rochester cathedral, Cantebury, and the Leather Bottle, a pub that Charles Dickens would frequent. i'm going to be drinking newcastle at the same table as Charles Dickens. i know i was a biology major, but i can appreciate the great literary air that is going to surround me. as if that wasn't great enough - i'm going to be aroundthe corner from one of the greatest ballroom dancing venues in all of Great Britain - complete with "swing nights." amazing. the main building was built in the 1600s. a mere 400 years ago. the school is for girls 11 to 18 years old. i'm not sure what age group i'll be watching over - but i'll more likely be with the younger girls. they live in the main building so i'll be living with them there. i feel like the first night, i'm going to want to run around in my socks, skidding all over the place. i'm going to be THAT american girl. and the brits are just going to have to deal with it.
so 8 more days in new orleans. counting down somehow forces me to do everything i want to do here. all the things i LOVE about new orleans. appreciate those things all over again. it's funny, i do the same things every time i have come home. i should make a list of the things i want to do.
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