| In the morning I fled, left a note and it read...
One
Year…
So much has happened since I started this, I don’t know where I should start, or
even if I should start…
TeenPact, Graduation, Schlitterbahn,
Indiana/Elections, becoming a semi-adult,
buying a Mac… It’s been an awesome year! God has really worked in me this past
year, taught me ALOT, and blessed me more
than I deserve. I’ve got an awesome family, amazing friends, and a perfect job.
I have also realized I’m the last intern with a xanga to
update since Intern Training earlier this month, even Annie beat me and she doesn’t
like blogging. This must be remedied, but I’m at an impasse with myself. Do I
make a purely textual update that most will find interesting but bore quickly
with the lack of multimedia, or do I put off an update further to finish some
attention holding, awesome media presentation as a memorial to all the fun and
memories (so I can say, "Sup my young parsons, I too am so on the go that
I drink my yogurt from a tube")? I’ll decide later.
Intern training was splendidly grand! More to come…
After I hit the ground in Austin,
I felt that God was playing a cruel joke on me. I leave DC, the sun is shining,
the air is warm, it is beautiful. I land in Austin
and feel like I’ve been misdirected to Russia.
It was cold, cloudy, misty, and miserable. I live in South Texas,
the sun is supposed to shine, clouds
are for Yankees.
The next day I was suffering through a miserable mental
state. I became very used to all the work in DC and couldn’t handle coming home
with nothing major to do. At the same time I was deeply exhausted from all the
work. It was a maddening paradox, half of me was screaming to go and do
something, the other half was screaming just as loud to lie down and rest. It
was driving me crazy! As soon as I started doing something I would want to go
lay down and as soon as I stopped to rest I couldn’t stop feeling like I should
get up and do something.
The problem was solved that Tuesday, I got real sick. No
ambition, no energy, nasal wretchedness, and pulmonary desolation. Not fun. As
that was happening the biggest ice storm in the history of South
Texas was bearing down on us. It wasn’t that bad, we just never
get ice, so anything that sticks around for more than 12-24 hours is a BIG
deal. And in the middle of all this I broke the driver’s door handle on my car,
arg. After I got better, I went in for jury service, got off
(barely), and starting prepping for my first class of the year, Arizona!
Woo! Hoo! I’m pumped! Arizona
is going to be an awesome class and I have to go get ready!
Cheers!
-The Nomad |
