Now, the theme here is adventure, so I’ll do my best to maintain some sort of adventurous tale with each new post. Deal? Deal!
Back to school in a more permanent semi-permanent sense. I’ve been back at school for about a week now. Most of my time has been spent in my room thinking about things and trying not to let my mind wander or focus too much on how undeserving I am of the people in my life.
I do not deny that coming back to school has been a monstrously challenging occasion. Spending two weeks with one person had its positives and negatives, but coming from that to a mess of people, or even just six of them has been rough. I spent this week sitting. I did a lot of crying. I did some throwing up. Mostly I sat.
Tuesday was something I desperately needed. I went to Pose’s flat and made a delicious vegetable and rice soup. We got out the English muffins. We made, I think three pots of tea, and in our variations on black dresses, Abi, Pose and I sat around a table laughing and reminiscing as we had our tea and muffins and soup and waited for Lindsay. Lindsay joined us late, but was no worse for the wear as we simply enjoyed the company of good friends and a nice quiet evening tea.
One night I sat on my bed with Ashley for an hour or so laughing and being silly, an act we later took upstairs.
Thursday I spent with Lucy, almost exclusively. We took a road trip to Fort Wayne. Not a fabric store went untouched by us. Declaring “ADVENTURE!!” as we entered each store in pursuit of purple corduroy. After some work at finding Hancock Fabrics we found ourselves in the back storage room looking through about 30 different corduroys trying to decide if that purple looking one was actually purple or just pretending to be purple in the fluorescent lighting. It was not. If you see her though compliment her on her lovely “purple” “blag”. We then made the next necessary trip to first my house to get my sewing machine, then to Wal-mart to get the remaining bits for the “blag”.
While at the Wal-mart in Fort Wayne we examined their fleece selection as Lucy is hoping to make a no sew fleece blanket. She was dissatisfied with the selections so we went back to Huntington.
Jess and Brett came over and we had tea in the office (a.k.a. the space under my bed) and ordered ourselves a right fancy pizza. We also spent the evening watch “Big Train”, which was the perfect solution to my post-travel blues. I, to quote Mr. Shakespeare, “Laughed myself into stitches.” Jess and Brett were a bit concerned, as the show doesn’t actually make enough sense to possibly be that funny in real life.
Later that night Lucy and I learned something most devastating. The Huntington Wal-mart does not sell fabric anymore, to which I must ask, HOW WILL COLLEGE STUDENTS MAKE THEIR CLOTHES?! They won’t! I’m spent! It’s ridiculous!
Friday, was spent much like the rest of the time in my room. Only this time I spent the day sewing Lucy’s “blag.” (To those of you questioning “blag” that’s what Lucy accidentally called her “bag” so that’s what its name is). So I spent the day sewing her bag and putting that all together. I had to make a Wal-mart run to pick up new needles for my machine as Lucy’s blag tried to end me.
So I’m sewing at her bag right? And as I feed the fabric through the machine I hear it preparing to break off, but I tell myself I have to finish the seam. And then, a chunk, a couple of clicks, and a ching and the fragment of needle and a pin fly at my throat. Concerned but not daunted I get up to make sure I’m not dead. Really, the act of getting up was proof enough, but to satisfy my blood lust I made sure I wasn’t bleeding too. I was not, but I did suffer a nasty scratch.
So we go back to Wal-mart get some needles and make our trip back to the campus. We get Meagan and head to my room to watch P.S. I love you while I finish Lucy’s blag, now that I had needles again! I finished the blag right there and she had it before the movie was done. I must say her blag is much nicer looking than my bag. No one’s perfect.
Today, I spent a little bit of time looking at some of the pictures of Taylor students who went to Murlough as well. I won’t lie, I’ve got a strong desire to be back there. My heart was at peace just looking at the pictures. My mind was racing about how to get back, but my heart was settled. I won’t deny that I have a small case of the weepies again, thinking about it, but it’s not the same kind I’d been suffering, so things are shaping up.
I’d like to see so much of that beautiful country. I’d like to spend more time with my family there. I’d like to see the Giant’s Causeway. I’d like to sit and talk to Cynthia about her life, but mostly I’d like to see what sort of great things God is doing there and be a tool for him in any way I can be. Hopes and dreams. Prayers and thoughts. Some day? I certainly hope so.
I’ve been talking to Ben about post-graduation things, and I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. I’d like to go to Murlough and work for Project Evangelism. I’d like to teach English in Japan. I’d like to work for Dr. Clark. I’d be okay with subbing, but some day I want to get back there. In a permanent semi-permanent sort of way.