Being a Christian is hard. This post isn't about the hard, social aspects of being a Christian; that's for another time. This is more vulnerable. I've been in a spiritual rut recently, very prolonged and very deep. Even walking through cathedrals in Italy and St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, I didn't feel all that close to…Read more Being a Christian is hard.
I was absentminded, and lost my wallet. Though losing a wallet in and of itself is more of a pain in the butt than anything, I lost mine not even twenty-four hours after returning home from a study abroad trip. My driver's license, AAA travel card, student ID, and several souvenirs (not to mention a…Read more Thank goodness, for goodness.
Hey, guys, I'm studying in Italy! It's absolutely beautiful here, and I'm exploring and learning so much! I'm staying here for an extended period of time, the entire month of June actually. It's really cool that I can kind of put my roots down for a few weeks in one spot, because the last time I was in…Read more Be a Traveler, not a Tourist.
Almost a year ago, I published a short post, elaborating on my thoughts on being single and dating. Around that time, I was beginning to get to know my now boyfriend (HB for "handsome boy"), and I was reflecting, a lot, on what I had learned since my last relationship, and from my extended time…Read more Dating.
My boyfriend and I had an experience over the weekend, that I think is worth sharing. It left us shaking our heads a bit, and thinking heavily about some of the people involved. In pursuit of lunch Sunday afternoon, we ended at a hibachi grill, and were placed at a table with a family of four, and…Read more Little Thoughts: Generational Differences
The winter months were pretty difficult for me this year. This semester has felt like the semester from Hell. I'm pretty sure I had more emotional and mental breakdown in the past ten weeks than I had in my past two years of college combined. This semester also put a serious amount of strain and…Read more Collection of Beautiful Things VIII
In the aftermath, when the dust settles, we want the same thing. Perhaps I am naïve in thinking this. Perhaps I am foolish to wish this. Perhaps I am looking through the world with rose colored glasses. But in this passionate conversation, fueled by anger, hurt, and fear, is not our collective goal safety? Do…Read more We want the same thing.