Doing.

Four days.

That's how long ago it was that I wrote: "Stop Searching, Start Doing [and live in a mud hut]."

In that four days, I feel like a completely different person. So much has happened that it feels like weeks.

Maybe months.
(okay, maybe not THAT long)

Writing that post must have put me in my "mojo" mood, where I was just so encouraged that I didn't know what to besides make solid plans and get things done. And, honestly, I'm in a bit of a time-crunch for everything, so I'm sure that helped, too.

So I started to make things happen.

More realistically, God started to make things happen.

-I talked with Jake about internship details, and am officially going there from December 2013 through part of July 2014.
-I applied for a job at Safeway in Washington.
-I found someone to live with in Washington, who is okay with my budget for rent (and I LOVE her).
-I decided what I'd like to do with my life (missions).
-I decided that I wanted to go to school next fall.
-I am applying for school next fall (Kuyper College, and Moody Bible Institute in Chigaco).
-I went to Holland Christian to drop of a transcript request (well, I tried... they were closed).
-I bought the rest of the things I needed for my Israel trip (I had no other choice, but at least I didn't wait until Saturday).
-I finished up at Captain Sundae.
-I went out for coffee with people who I haven't seen in a long time.
-I became passionate about human trafficking.
-I wrote this blog.

And I'm sure I did some odd, minor important things here and there in between those four days. But, really, I'm proud of what I actually did accomplish. And I am SO incredibly excited for the journey ahead.

Knowing that God has His hand on my life makes all the difference in the world. I have peace that I might not be living in a mud-hut in the next year, or that I probably won't be eating body parts of animals that aren't the norm for the American culture. I'll have to keep myself calm with the idea of living "comfortably" until God reveals my next step.

I think I'll be okay with eating ribs and potatoes for a little longer.

But, really, I think I'm supposed to be a missionary.

MISSIONARY. (crazy, right?)

"Kelsey the Missionary."
"Missions with Kelsey."
"Missionary Kelsey on the Move."

It will be incredible to see how everything unfolds. But, really, I can't stop thinking about the possibility. And, honestly, I'm relieved that I no longer am making lists of possible bakery names (though I guess that could be retirement). Ultimately, I'm glad I traded "Kelsey's Kitchen" for "Kelsey the Missionary".

While I have no idea what I would be doing specifically if I were to do missions, I still have this longing to do it. Whatever it is.

And, actually, I got passionate about human trafficking last night. Is that possible?? To be passionate about something after watching a few videos? After researching something for maybe an hour?
See if you do, too...

First of all, fall in love with this missionary family, like I did...

Then, look at the website of the non-profit ministry they started...

Watch this video (at the bottom of the page)...

And finish up with this video, which focuses on "what's the point?".

Passionate yet?? 

If not, this story might hit a little closer to home...

Sex trafficking is a big deal in the U.S., too. Since sex trafficking and slavery it is suck a dark, scary topic, people don't like to "go there". Wouldn't it be worth "going there" to restore a life, much like the life of this young woman?

Read this young woman's story to see how God used her victimization to start a non-profit organization to save so many others.


Any-who, I'm so excited for what's ahead! I feel like this is the final calm before the "storm" of chaos that will be my next few months of life until I adjust. I'll be doing my best with blogging while I'm in Israel, Greece, and Rome.
That outta be fun!

"Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. not as the world gives, give I unto you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid."

John 14:27

Moore, OK Volunteering [May/June 2013]

Thought I'd make this a blog post, so that I could delete it from my pages... enjoy the randomness below!

Sarah Franken and I were planning a hiking trip in Isle Royale. We had various maps that we had scoped out, googled everything necessary, and bought some supplies for our adventure.

When we heard of the F5 tornado that had ripped through Moore, Oklahoma on May 20th, we both knew that we ought to change our final destination.

We headed out, not knowing what we would eat, where we would stay, or what we would encounter. We just left, and God totally blessed us while we were there.

If you'd like to see a compilation of photos from our journey, click HERE. (It should work if we're Facebook friends).

Below is a TON of random information from the days that I had time and felt motivated to write during our time in Moore. Feel free to read, but take this as a warning!

May 25 & 26 : Road to Destruction

Once Sarah and I were fully packed and ready to go, we hugged our parents goodbye (many times) and peaced out. Sarah started out driving for two hours and got a little tingly in the leg, so I took the wheel for the next seven hours through the night until we napped at McDonald's parking lot for two hours (sorry to the customers who got to see our beautiful sleeping faces). I picked up the wheel again (I really do enjoy driving) for a few hours, and my partner in crime took the wheel for the last couple hours into Oklahoma. It actually went really well besides my extreme travelling "cankles"... like, seriously, they were horrific. And I totally forgot to paint my nails before we left, and the shoes I wore totally stank, so that didn't help the cause any.


Pointless details.


It was really interesting to see how the traffic flow changed as we got closer to Moore; the number of trailers and moving trucks coming out of the area increased tremendously. You could just tell that people were clearing out as much as they possibly could.

We drove through Shawnee (40 minutes from Moore) and saw some tornado damage. It was devastating; fields and trees were torn up, along with a few buildings. I had never seen anything like it... it was like the movie "Twister" in real life.

Knowing that the worst tornado damage was ahead, I knew that I would have to mentally prepare myself before we arrived.

Our first stop was the City Rescue Mission in Oklahoma City. To be honest, I wasn't really expecting to encounter that many homeless people (which I guess was kind of silly on my part). I was fully excited for the experience of being able to talk with them and live among them, as well as other volunteers that would be staying in the gymnasium with us that night.

Well, the rescue mission wasn't God's plan for us. After scoping it out, we headed to Moore (just 20 minutes south of OKC) to check it out and see what other accommodations we might find there.

When we arrived, we just drove around, aimlessly. It seemed like a perfectly functioning city; people were driving, stores were open... you know, all the usual stuff.

When we saw flashing lights of the patrol cars and piles of rubble beyond the stoplight ahead of us, we knew we had reached the path of the tornado.

It was surreal.

We took a left and drove around, following the path of destruction. I can't even put it in words, so I don't even want to bother trying, but we saw an entire development leveled. We pulled in to check it out, and came across a group of volunteers in red shirts. We asked if we could follow them around for the evening, and that's what we did.

I thought we had reached the worst part of the destruction, just in this development, but I was WAY wrong.

So completely, terribly, utterly wrong.

The red shirt crew brought us to another devastated developmental area, with the same horrific destruction as the last. We learned of a man who came home from Iraq at 9pm the night before we were there. His wife picked up their children (one with aspergers, the other with asthma) from school 20 minutes early, just in time. She got themselves to the storm shelter in their driveway, and they were saved. Their house, on the other hand, was completely destroyed. Their brand new hard-top Jeep Wrangler that the husband purchased for their anniversary with only 750 miles on it... it picked itself up, spun the other direction, and slammed into the back of their home. They have nothing left, but when the brother of the military man told us the story, he was sure to tell us that he was content. He lost his house and his new Jeep, but he has his wife and his children. His brother said that "his children are his world".

This family's story broke my heart. Especially knowing that this was just the first story we would hear in our two-week journey experiencing the devastation of Moore, Oklahoma.

We walked around the area, and I was (and still am) in complete shock. I couldn't believe the damage that a storm of wind could create. It just blows my mind. This was the second development that we saw, and I really had absolutely no idea how these people know where to start, how long this cleanup is going to take, nothing. I had never seen anything like it.

Then a lady from the Mississippi group, Shelby, told us there was even more, and a guy said that what we were currently seeing was nothing in comparison.

What? Seriously?

I couldn't believe anything could be worse until we took that drive over by the school where seven children were killed, where 37 horses of 140 horses were found alive in a pasture, and where hundreds of acres of development was demolished.

Literally, with a glance to the left, you could see across the entire area; not one house or object stood in the way, besides piles of rubble.

That's when I decided, quite boldly, that Moore was currently comparable to Haiti. Quite frankly, I think it's worse than Haiti. Obviously there's major differences, but for these people to go from having a home and a car to having nothing. Having to move out, or live on your front porch with nowhere to go. It's insane. They weren't at all prepared for this.

So we followed those people around, talked with a guy who started a travelling BBQ trailer to help disaster victims, and went to Suburban Baptist Church to stay the night.

Time to head to bed. Super tired. I'll write more for Day 1, Day 2, and the events of Day 3 tomorrow, Lord willing.

Day 2

It's day three now, but I'll do my best to cover day 2 and hopefully get to what happened today.

I woke up at Suburban Baptist church at about 7:15am to get ready to find a place to volunteer. After calling the volunteer hotline at 8am with no answer, we weren't sure what to do or where to go.

There was a young man who I talked with at the church, and he said that he was packaging and giving out food to victims. He told me how to get to the location, probably so that we could get there to help.

Well, that was a major blessing.

We drove, following the directions he gave, and never found it. Instead, we came across Highland Baptist, and noticed volunteers in the parking lot. We were expecting them to be gone soon after 8am after reading on Facebook that they split up and go into the field right at 8am, but they were still there. So we signed up, got a Tshirt, and helped where they needed us. We started out by bagging up toys, and organizing them to give away to infants. It wasn't anything too crazy exciting, but it definitely felt good once it was accomplished.

After that task, we did other random jobs around the church: sorted baby wipes, sorted diapers, all kinds of stuff.
We finally ran into Pastor Ken (the coolest guy ever), and he told us he would take us to the animal shelter. After an hour or two of waiting to leave, we finally did.

Side note: His truck is absolutely amazing. The running board comes down when you open the door, it has the fancy navigation, backing-up video thing, some turbo buttons, and all kinds of fun things. It's gorgeous. (And it's also not his, but that's okay)

We made it to the animal shelter, with some adorable dogs whose owners haven't come to get them yet.

And there was a chicken. 

We dropped of water and dog/cat food for them to use, so that was pretty nice.

Then we rode with pastor Ken to go find Lowes. Oh, and how could I forget Hugo/Alex/Muchacho?

It's this guy who has been working with Highland Baptist since Tuesday, the day after the tornado. He came up with a group from Texas, and stayed to help after his group left on Saturday. How awesome! He's such a great kid, and just so much fun. He's from Mexico and learned English so that he could make friends... it's working!

Side note: We got to a dead end road with dirt, so Pastor Ken decided to do a little burn-out. It was pretty sweet.

Then we found Lowes, bought a safe, and headed back to the church.

Then Sarah and I were in charge of donations that were going to be dropped off, and picked up by victims. We never had any customers...

Then we ate dinner.

Then Sarah and I had to go to the bathroom. So we went. My phone when off while I was in the stall (sorry if this is TMI, it was just hilarious), so I answered it because I knew it was Jenny from Operation Blessing- aka awesome woman. She asked if I had a pen and paper available to write an address for the church that we could stay at. I told her I didn't, and asked if I could call her back. She said, "aren't you at the church." And so I responded with , "Yeah, I'm in the bathroom". I love telling strangers that I'm talking to them while sitting on the toilet. What a lovely connection we have made in the first few hours of knowing each other.

Luckily, I think she still likes us.

We met up with her, she gave us the address of the church we'd be staying at, and told us to meet her at 7:30pm. We had about an hour, so we thought we'd find Toby Keith's house. That didn't work out, so we drove around the disaster zone for a while until it was time to head out. We got situated at the church.
Then we went to Sonic, right down the road. It was my first time ever. What a fun little place for a lovely root beer float.

It was at Sonic near Moore, OK where Sarah and I discovered that life is good.
What a beautiful thing!

Then we went to Walgreens, showered, blogged, and went to bed. Kind of like I think I'm going to right about now.

Talked to woman about granddaughter who was in the school where 7 children died....

Day 3

Breakfast at Highland
Orientation
Sorted in Warehouse
Rolled up shirts
Cliff asked us what we think the streets of heaven are created from. (3 nails and 2 pieces of wood)
Cliff took us to give food to volunteers, and made us wait forever, doing nothing. We still love him.
Got to the church
Talked to Betty (Reverend person)
Gave chocolate to victims/volunteers/construction workers
Got to our sleeping place.

Now going to bed for real. 11:45pm, and so sleepy. I'll to my best to keep things updated!

I have been SUPER slacking in blog world. So sorry. I think I'm gonna start video blogging... it makes life so much easier.

But for now, I'll keep it old school.

Day 4, 5, 6, 7
Folded Tshirts, drove to take pictures, cleaned up a man's yard, helped with breakfast, all kinds of stuff.

Day 8 - Sunday, June 2

Definitely wanting to stay in OK after my trip to Washington. Maybe find a cheap-ish Christian college near Highland Baptist so I can do go there? Do an internship at the church? I'll be talking with PK (Pastor Ken) later on this week to figure that out.

Today we woke up, went for Starbucks with Morgan, Logan, and Shelby, went to church, drove around with OB leader Jen, went to a church picnic, stopped by Braum's for ice cream, came to the church and did a drink-a-gallon-of-water-in-30-minutes challenge, ate, and blogged. ish. Today flew!

Goals for the upcoming week:
-Work crazy hard at whatever job I end up getting each day
-Talk to Pastor Ken about interning
-Finish up and send application to cousin Jake for WA internship (T-13 days!)
-Make at least one new friend


I never finished! That makes me sad.

One Lord. One Church.

I've reached that point in my blogging where I feel so guilty for not blogging, and still don't feel like blogging, but I know that I'll regret it if I haven't blogged once September rolls around. (blogging, blogging, blogging...)

So here we go...

Side-note: I had a lovely Skype date with my mom tonight. I love that woman. You know it's true love when she can make you do a belly laugh over technology, from 2,500 miles away.

The title of this post is "One Lord. One Church." because of what I saw happen before I left for Washington.

This burlap cover covered the signs of over 30 different churches in the Holland area. I thought it was really quite neat.

So anyways, it's comforting to know what my home church believed before I came here, because of what I'm about to tell you.

I have discovered, after my first month in Washington, that West Michigan needs a serious spiritual makeover. Not just a facelift, or some eye shadow, but a whole makeover. As a matter of fact, it might help if we just decided to wipe the foundation off our faces, the mascara from our eyes, the gloss from our lips, and see each other and accept each other in all of our flaws. So I guess not much of a makeover, but more of a "wipe clean", "fresh" start.

After some discussions with my cousin, I've really began to see the difference between the Christians in West Michigan, and the Christians in the Aberdeen area. First of all, Michigan has a higher percentage of Christians, while Washington has the lowest percentage of Christians among the states. While Michigan may have more Christians than Washington, my cousin and I have noticed that, generally, Christians in the Aberdeen area are serious about their faith and pursue a real relationship with Christ. In West Michigan, SO many people say their Christians, but it's generally at face-value. They usually may have accepted Christ in their heart, but are not living a godly life-style (pre-disciples).
*Please don't take offense to any of this... this is just what I have noticed with experiencing both environments.*

Something else I have noticed, especially at River of Life Fellowship, is how real everyone is, and how genuine they are in wanting you to grow in Christ without the judgment that is so easy to feel in other churches. If you struggle with a sin, congratulations! You are a REAL person... So let's help you dig this sin out of your life so that God can come in and consume your inmost being. As a matter of fact, let me pray for you right now!
I feel like in West Michigan, if you have a struggle, something is wrong with you. People might say "I'm sorry", or might be kind enough to give you a word of advice, but that's usually about it. I can't say I've ever really felt a genuine Christ-like relationship with people in West Michigan before... not even with people in my own family! If I have experienced this before, then I guess it's somewhat rare. Especially in the reformed churches (which consumes the Holland area). I find this interesting.

This probably sounds rude, but I feel like it's really true. It's been really difficult to adjust to this new way of seeking God. I guess I'm somewhere stuck between being passive and being proactive (off-topic).

Another thing I have noticed is the difference in the spiritual aspect of the churches (Christian Reformed (Faith CRC) vs. Non-denominational (River of Life)). On the first day, Jake talked about how our internship is a Word and Spirit internship, because you can't have one of these things without the other. If you have the Word without the Spirit, then the Word isn't going to be able to be active and living. On the flipside, if you have the Spirit without the Word, then the Spirit will not be led or activated by the Word.
Having heard this, I realized that at Faith CRC, we tend to focus mostly on the Word, and don't really pursue the Spirit. I tended to get good "nuggets" from the Word on Sunday, and thought about how they might change my life, but rarely did I use this information to activate a living relationship with Christ.

Some other differences are the way we worship and the way we pray.
Worship in Aberdeen: Imagine it's just you and Christ, hands are raised to accept what He has to offer (even if you don't feel like it), and you are soaking in His presence.
Praying in Aberdeen: "Dear God, I just pray that your Spirit would fill this place, Lord, thank you for protecting us, Jesus, and I pray, God, that you would silence any schemes of the enemy in the name of Jesus, and that you would protect us today, and that we would completely focus on you today, God. Amen."

As you can probably imagine, it has been pretty difficult for me to jump right into teachings and worship when the way we do things is so different... it's been hard to find that intimacy with God, when I'm still trying to figure out how to pray more effectively, and how to get more out of my worship without worrying about what people are thinking of me (God's working on my insecurity). I have to say that I'm doing better with my freedom to worship as if it's just me and God. My mind still wanders every now and then, and I have to make sure that I'm not doing empty deeds for self-pride, but it's definitely getting better and becoming more meaningful.

These differences, in general, are still so hard to overcome, though. I didn't grow up in a church where speaking in tongues was a commonality between church members, or where people were so open to share their sin issues, so it has been hard to not see this church as "weird". This, finally, is where the "One Lord. One Church." role plays... after seeing the differences at this church, it was SO good to remember that my home church in West Michigan confirmed that we are ALL one church, serving one God. Knowing this allows me to feel okay with worshiping God in a way that I had never worshipped him before. It provides me with a sense of comfort in leaving my home town to experience a new way of seeing our King.

I realize that this is a big hodge-podge of rambling, so thank you for spending time to read my thoughts! This doesn't include things that I've actually learned, so I'll be sure to get to those things later.

Love y'all (yup... still Oklahoma proud),
Kels

p.s. Shout-out to my Faith CRC family. Love and miss you guys!

Aberdeen: My First 10 Days

Sorry for the terrible start to consistent blogging. It's been pretty busy figuring out everything, getting to know everyone, and all that jazz.

In all honesty, I've had plenty of time to write... It's just out of laziness that I haven't.

I'll start with a boring daily overview of everything since last Wednesday (I promise I'll only try to do this for one week. I understand you guys generally don't care about when I wake up, eat lunch, and when I go to sleep):

Wednesday...
-Late-morning start
-Headed to a neat Harbor that starts with a "P"

 

 

-Uncle Jerry bought us pints of ice cream, we went home, ate them, and watched CSI

Thursday...
-Drove to Aberdeen with Uncle Jerry and Aunt Charm
-Played Candyland and Chutes and Ladders with Noble
-Taught Noble how to play Rock, paper, scissors
-Slept at Mandy and Jake's

Friday...
-Discovered the new intern room
-Intern orientation
-Lunch
-Piled in a van
-Got to Seattle
-Dinner
-Worship and discussion... "What are you expecting?"
-Bibleopoly

ANNNNDD that got boring quickly, so I'll cover some highlights instead...

First of all, the people in the internship:

Charisa. She's awesome, and she's going to fly home with me and road trip it back to Aberdeen.
Stephanie. She's also awesome, and has a beautiful little girl named Addeline (spelling?).
Brandon. He's cool, and just recently got a tattoo.
Nick. He's outgoing, and a musician.
Zach. He's awesome, works at Starbucks, and is a future leader in the church (you can just tell).
Nolan. Zach's younger brother. Also awesome, and meager, and precious.
Dominic. He has lots of curly hair, and is good at creeping people out. It's a compliment.
Quintin. He's very neat. A softy with a quieter, shy personality to him.
Then there's Jake (associate pastor, & my cousin) and Chad (Jake's assistant). Apart from being biased, these guys are incredible and full of wisdom. It's the truth.

I'm so excited to get to know these lovely people this summer. Along with everyone from River of Life... They're so welcoming and wise and awesome. Basically like my new family (Faith CRC-ers... you'll always be my number one church fam <3).

I don't know where to start, because there's so much that has happened in my first 10 days in Aberdeen. I'm writing whatever comes to mind. Be prepared.

My home. I'm so blessed to be living with Carrie (one of Mandy's good friends) this Summer. She's an amazing woman of God, and I'm hoping she talks me into doing YWAM.


Volleyball. We've been playing a lot of that at Chad and Charisa's parent's house.

 

I'm actually quite a bit better than I thought I'd be. So that makes it fun. We also play barefoot, which makes it even more fun. And we play in the rain, which also makes it 100x more fun.

 

 

The other day, a few of us interns went on a family walk to Scoops to get some ice cream. It was quite the bonding experience.

 

 

I held up the back and took pictures, as usual.

 

A largish group from Master's Commission in Kirkland, WA came to hangout with us for a couple days. It was a very, very neat experience. They've been "interning" with MC since last September, so they've experienced a lot of God, and shared what He's been doing in their lives.

 

It helped me think of more things to expect in the couple months I'm here.

 

 

This is them leaving. I love them muchisimo. A mi me encanta espanol mucho. Y por eso, voy a hablar en espanol algunas veces porque es divertido.

 

So now Master's Commission is on the possibility list of the happenings in my future. Along with YWAM, Oklahoma, work, school, skydiving with cousin Hannah, climbing a water tower, and all that good stuff.

 

Speaking of my bucket list, Charisa helped me cross off "laughing until I pee". Sorry if that's TMI, but I had to include it... I consider it an accomplishment.

 

 

 We've been doing quite a bit of work around the church. Getting doors ready for painting, pulling weeds, sweeping everywhere, all that good, servicy stuff.

 

 

I've been trying to be semi-consistent in exercising. It's kind of entertaining... I live about 100 yards from the harbor, where quite a few homeless people sleep/meander in the early morning. Ironically, that's the best place to walk/run. Without being rude or judgmental (truth is, I am judging) it can be kind of scary. I realize that this is relatively pointless in blogging about, but I just thought it was interesting.

 

FACT: Aberdeen reminds me of Holland, although Aberdeen has an unemployment rate of 13% while Holland's is 6.5%. It's crazy to see how an employment rate impacts the "feel" a town. It's really quite noticeable. Might be why some people call Aberdeen a mission field. I kinda like it.

 

On Sunday, after church, a lot of us went to the river to hang out. I wasn't planning on swimming, but of course, it happened. In my clothes. It was refreshing.

 

 

Have you noticed I like pictures? I think they're fun.

 

Sunday evening, at 6pm, we had an evening of worship. For 30 minutes we did something called "Expect". It's a time, usually what we do before GI (youth group), where all the leaders walk around the sanctuary and pray. If God puts something on our heart, we go up to the microphone and share what it is. I'll talk more about this, along with other more "serious" things, in another blog post. I think it's important.

 

After worship, we went and played volleyball again.

 

Then I spent the night at Charisa's.

 

This morning, we woke up, Bethany came over, and we worked out. We also ordered Turbo Jam. It'll be a good time.

 

Then Charisa and I got pedicures and went tanning.

 

And now I'm at Starbucks... Where I'm draining my bank account.

 

I [kind of] promise that I'll TRY to do better in the blog world so that it's not an overwhelming load of random shenanigans. Thanks for reading, anyways. You're beautiful.

 

xxoo

Kels

FIRST post; Tacoma happenings.

My procrastinating is over. It's time that I write my first OFFICIAL blog post in Washington. I'm planning on keeping up with this on a weekly basis... practice makes perfect, right? Kind of.

 

The plan is to blog either on Sundays or Mondays and Thursdays or Fridays... it really depends on what my schedule will look like once I'm in Aberdeen and the internship has started. I'll keep y'all posted! (notice how I'm still a little attached to Oklahoma? "Y'all"? Yeah...)

 

What I've been up to...

 

I arrived in Seattle on Saturday evening at about 650pm. The flight was incredibly smooth, cloudless, and crazy boring. I had 4 hours next to a girl who danced in her seat and lip-sang to whatever it was she had plugged in. It was actually quite entertaining, though I tried not to pay attention.

 

 

I made it all the way to Seattle just fine, but then I got in the car with Aunt Charm and Uncle Jerry. We got in a TERRIBLE car accident... (just kidding, just needed to add some excitement). We drove around the fancy new golf course where there's only been one tournament, and has one planned sometime in a couple years. It's too beautiful just to sit there, so it's become a walker's paradise. 

 

 

Then we got home, I got my things organized, and ate a salad and a slice of delicious pizza. I think we went for a walk around the block. Then we hunkered down, and I went to sleep.

 

I woke up Sunday morning at 7:30, got ready for church, went to church, went out for breakfast, called dad for Papa's Day, came home, and rested like none other. It was really great. Oh, and I Skyped mom. S/O to mom!

 

This morning (Monday), I woke up at 8:30, hung out upstairs while the house-cleaning-lady cleaned the house, ate some Coach's Oats and sausage with uncle Jerry, then went to Gig Harbor with aunt Charm around 1pm. We shopped, and I actually scored some yoga capris and a 1/2 off Patagonia zip-up. Splurge well done!

 

 

We went out to eat, and walked around the Harbor for a while. Then came home, hunkered down, thought about blogging, watched some of the Voice, then went for a solo 9pm walk til about 10pm. And now it's about midnight, and I'm FINALLY blogging. Yay me!

 

This is my life thus far! Not much planned for tomorrow... this is a week of rest and relaxation before the beautiful chaos of busyness comes into my life. I'm actually really excited; being on-the-go is my kind of thing.

 

Until I next feel like posting! (Probably Thursday)

xxoo