Lord willing, if everything goes to plan...we will be crossing into Samaria (aka Iowa) in about 24 hours. I'm still waiting for that pre-trip stress to set in. The stress that gets me to start spinning my wheels, thinking that there isn't enough time to accomplish everything wherein I usually end up getting less done than I could have, had I kept my cool. It'll happen, have no fear. But, until it does, I'm working on getting a few things done for class and work before I start getting concerned about what I'm forgetting.

Lately, though, I feel like my life is pretty boring. Class, work, homework and daily upkeep around the house keep my hours pretty well (over)filled. When it comes down to sit here and write something, I find myself not being nearly the introspective or witty person I want to be (or want to emulate) so I write these filler posts with beige updates about what I've been puttering around and doing. I will say that I feel like I am on the edge. I'm feeling more and more convicted about things in my life, so much so that I may have to begin acting on these convictions (the shock, the horror). What holds me back? The laziness and busyness of my (generally) boring life. Boring is not bad, in fact after a crazy last year, boring is a welcome change. But the whisperings of my heart are quickly becoming too loud for me to continue to ignore. The hollowness I have felt for so long is slowly dissipating. I long to feel a part of something bigger than myself once again. What needs to change? I'm not sure. But I know more and more each day that I can't continue on like this. I can't keep on going the same way I am, if I do, I fear I will lose a portion of myself.

All that to say, this vacation is a welcome return to roots. To break bread and give thanks. To remember where I came from and start to get some perspective so I can begin to think about where I am going. Thankfulness.