People
have been asking me to keep them apprised of my California adventures.
Others have suggested I start a blog. Every time I decide to make a go
of it, I sit for an hour trying to come up with a catchy title for said
blog. And then I get bored and go do something else.
Until I figure out a title (...suggestions welcome!) I'll keep track of things for you all here!
Since you all know me fairly well, you know my brain is a very special place. (-: There is a disco ball the size of Texas in there and all thoughts either over-caffeinated or severely under-caffeinated. These words come from that place. Fasten your seatbelt and make sure your platform shoes have some tread on the bottom so we don't have any accidents.
Part 1: Thought of the Day
So we are a few days in. The new roomie and I met in the kitchen this morning. She had made me coffee, not really knowing that this is my supreme love language. (Hashtag #awesome...) She was reading (***gasp***) the New King James Version of the Bible over breakfast.
She said she liked certain things about the way the NKJV words things, and disliked others. The first verse of 1 Corinthians 13, the ubiquitous wedding passage, was one we discussed. It starts: "Love suffers long..."
That struck me. Love suffers long.
That is how I have been feeling. If you are reading this, you know I hold you in my heart, and I don't take any sort of relationship lightly. Every person is so valuable and worthy of love, edification, and honor, and I whole-heartely believe that, even if sometimes that hurts my heart.
Sometimes distance separates friends. Sometimes, to quell the pain, people choose to forget the person they love, or just remember them less. Please know I won't do that with you. If we are friends, you are in my heart, and in my heart, love suffers long. And that's a good thing. (-:
(...and of course, it's possible because Divine Love suffers long and He lives in me...)
Part 2: Random Updates
Those of you wondering about my move and flight:
I have many friends who helped me move. We have girl power. We moved boxes and furniture, and dealt with a dead car. At one point in the process, a friend parallel parked a four-door Chevy Silverado on Addison during a Cubs game. (Truth. Ninja skills.) Thank you to each of you for "suffering long" with me. I am not a linear thinker; helping me move was probably akin to herding a cat...
Spirit airlines, which will probably soon begin to charge for lavatory use, allowed me to take my 65-lb suitcase without a surcharge, (the limit is 40 pounds...), and failed to collect fees due for both carryon pieces: A guitar and a "purse" that was really a gym bag that likely weighed as much as said suitcase...
It is very quiet here, and very dark at night...
Though my current location is quite remote, the coffee and coffeehouses are awesome. I had a serious conversation with a barista yesterday about the viscosity of soy versus almond milk. He then proceeded to make me an almond-milk au lait, in which the almond milk was not burned. To me, superlative in every sense...
Evidently I arrived and the rain decided to accompany me. Rain in California is so awesome. It is almost all mist and sprinkles. Even the downpours are practically backed by cello music...
And since the other side of the mountains is burning to the ground, it is a very good thing there is rain today...
And that's a wrap! Until next time, y'all!
(((HUGS)))
Until I figure out a title (...suggestions welcome!) I'll keep track of things for you all here!
Since you all know me fairly well, you know my brain is a very special place. (-: There is a disco ball the size of Texas in there and all thoughts either over-caffeinated or severely under-caffeinated. These words come from that place. Fasten your seatbelt and make sure your platform shoes have some tread on the bottom so we don't have any accidents.
Part 1: Thought of the Day
So we are a few days in. The new roomie and I met in the kitchen this morning. She had made me coffee, not really knowing that this is my supreme love language. (Hashtag #awesome...) She was reading (***gasp***) the New King James Version of the Bible over breakfast.
She said she liked certain things about the way the NKJV words things, and disliked others. The first verse of 1 Corinthians 13, the ubiquitous wedding passage, was one we discussed. It starts: "Love suffers long..."
That struck me. Love suffers long.
That is how I have been feeling. If you are reading this, you know I hold you in my heart, and I don't take any sort of relationship lightly. Every person is so valuable and worthy of love, edification, and honor, and I whole-heartely believe that, even if sometimes that hurts my heart.
Sometimes distance separates friends. Sometimes, to quell the pain, people choose to forget the person they love, or just remember them less. Please know I won't do that with you. If we are friends, you are in my heart, and in my heart, love suffers long. And that's a good thing. (-:
(...and of course, it's possible because Divine Love suffers long and He lives in me...)
Part 2: Random Updates
Those of you wondering about my move and flight:
I have many friends who helped me move. We have girl power. We moved boxes and furniture, and dealt with a dead car. At one point in the process, a friend parallel parked a four-door Chevy Silverado on Addison during a Cubs game. (Truth. Ninja skills.) Thank you to each of you for "suffering long" with me. I am not a linear thinker; helping me move was probably akin to herding a cat...
Spirit airlines, which will probably soon begin to charge for lavatory use, allowed me to take my 65-lb suitcase without a surcharge, (the limit is 40 pounds...), and failed to collect fees due for both carryon pieces: A guitar and a "purse" that was really a gym bag that likely weighed as much as said suitcase...
It is very quiet here, and very dark at night...
Though my current location is quite remote, the coffee and coffeehouses are awesome. I had a serious conversation with a barista yesterday about the viscosity of soy versus almond milk. He then proceeded to make me an almond-milk au lait, in which the almond milk was not burned. To me, superlative in every sense...
Evidently I arrived and the rain decided to accompany me. Rain in California is so awesome. It is almost all mist and sprinkles. Even the downpours are practically backed by cello music...
And since the other side of the mountains is burning to the ground, it is a very good thing there is rain today...
And that's a wrap! Until next time, y'all!
(((HUGS)))
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