the first blog
the first blog
Ok so here we are - my first official TWU blog post, and I am trying to come up with something inspirational to say for it, but I'm not feeling overly inspired. It is 6 in the morning, I can't sleep, and I am still going over the past week in my head. The first week back at school after Christmas break is one of the strangest times at Trinity. It is like everyone is looking around at each other with bewildered looks on their faces, that say, "How did that Christmas vacation already happen, and why do I already feel like getting right back on that plane, to a place where homework was but a distant memory." Ok so maybe they don’t say things like “was but a distant memory” – but everyone is at least a little bit confused as to why we are already back here, trudging through the snow to classes. But then slowly as assignments pile up you don't have as much time to think about the fact that you would rather be at home, and you remember the reason why you don't mind so much calling this place home. But either way, here I am back at school, facing the fact that I am graduating in less then four months, and already feeling like I need to start doing all the things I love to do here at school, "one last time." I should really make a list of those things...
I feel that since it is my first time blogging, I must tell you about myself. If you ask me where I am from, the standard answer that I give is: "well how much time do you have?" I try to make it a joke every time, and I only get a few laughs. But the truth is, I grew up all over the place, and I still can't seem to stay still, and neither can my family. I have been packed around most of the Pacific Northwest, living in the most random places. Let's see... there was Moscow, Idaho. That was a real fun place to grow up. Lots of potatoes, and... lots of summers playing soccer. Then there was Portland. I remember a lot of field trips to the zoo and the science museums – oh and also, the floods and storms of 1996. Don't know why that is important, but I just remember it. Then there was Vancouver, Washington; nothing too exciting there. There were summers spent in southern California, and winters spent in Southern Ontario. Then there was the big move to Canada... when my Dad told us, I had no idea what it would be like to live there, and my primary concern was, would I be able to find any new friends? (My parents didn’t say yes or no… they probably weren’t sure if I would find friends either… haha…) Well I found a few, and after living in the Queen Charlotte Islands, and then Campbell River, I find myself calling Langley home. It is kind of like Campbell River… except for more strip malls. I remember my first week at Trinity, driving around with my newly found friend, Andrea, and I said to her "It's so cool to be living in a big city like Langley." Andrea, being from San Diego, laughed at me and tells that story to pretty much all our friends. I think I was just excited to be in a place that had stores that were open past five in the evening.
Well this blog is certainly getting out of hand. Not only am I rambling on to you about where I grew up, but I have said nothing inspirational or even that interesting. I'll save that for next time. So all in all, here I am, back at school. I have already written my first paper, led a three-hour night class (giving what I thought was a very interesting presentation on Christianity and US foreign policy - hopefully my prof. felt the same way...), and been away on a weekend retreat with a youth group I work with. It has been the first week of the many busy weeks to come, and I'm looking forward to it all.