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| Oh, how the reflection of home changes.
O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
There's no snow yet, but it's freezing.
I am not quite home, but my heart is.
When you can't talk, you realize how loud the world is.
She knows every holiday song on the radio.
He and I sang Oh Holy Night at the top of our lungs for an hour.
It was a trip, that's for sure.
And when you sing those Christmas songs in church... it's hard not to be filled with joy.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
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| "Nine out of every ten thursdays, it rains... rains or snows."I got a little lost on the trip home from Lincoln Park, yesterday.
But never-the-less, I am now a Chicagoan (and an art student at that!)
and my detour in the city lead me on a bus home with an old man who loved to talk to himself.
He provided the title for this entry.
There's lots to do here.
I watched The Sound of Music in Millenium Park a week ago.
Wilco is playing there this weekend, however as the show is sold out I plan on sidewalking it.
I do get to see Iron and Wine, though!
I've been to all my classes but one, and that's where I'm headed in an hour.
None of them have disappointed.
My girls are great, I couldn't ask for better room/suite-mates.
We're going thrifting and to Cold Stone in Belmont when I get home!
It's raining this morning and between the scattered storms, the streets
look so much like a painting, very shiny. Everything glows.
Looks like a good day for my rain boots.
I covered a lot of miles last weekend to go camping with my family for the holiday,
up near Sleeping Bear Dunes back in Michigan. What a beautiful state.
My hair is awfully uninspiring these days,
and I can't put up any pictures yet.
I hope this will do :)
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All my stuff is packed.
All that's left is me and my reverting, tonight.
All I've got is God.
All I want to hear is Coldplay.
All I want to do is get out of this lull in my journey.
I'm so excited.
I miss this summer already.
I have no regrets, Brian and I had a "no excuses summer" and its the best thing I learned.
I want to meet new people,
I want to meet the world.
I feel like I'm five... I can recall everything.
I'm so so so excited.
I have no idea what to expect.
I just want to write.
The absolute most perfect day.
The absolute most fulfilling night.
The absolute luckiest.
The absolute promised destination.
It's just... now I've got seven hours to wait.
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How do you come home from London and Paris?
I left my heart in France and apparently all of my energy. It's different from jetlag because I sleep hard at night,
am exhausted during the day,
and when I try to nap, I'm too awake.
Maybe I am melancholy but I'd never admit it. I've tried to put the blame on an assortment of feelings,
loneliness, sleepyness, boredom, but I'm none of these.
I've got new ambitions and I'm thrilled about going
to school in two weeks. I'm so blessed.
The Lord made a beautiful beautiful beautiful world. 
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