Tuesday, December 31, 2013

2013: A Look Back...

So long, 2013. Hard to believe you have come and gone as fast as you did. In tribute, here are a few things I've learned and done in the last year (in somewhat of a no particular order):

-Just because it took me 11 years to figure it out, I didn't waste my degree in Musical Theatre after all.

-Co-led a mission trip to the Central Asian country of Kyrgyzstan. In 2012, I couldn't pick that country out on a map.

-Middle Schoolers are fun. Middle Schoolers who take Choir and do plays are even more fun.

-Brokenness is not something that is fixed. I'm a broken person. You're a broken person. This isn't something that will ever change, no matter how "good" we all try to pretend we are. Guilty as charged.

-Seeing the Reformation Wall in Geneva and getting my picture taken with John Calvin:

- High Schoolers taught me what the meaning of "hashtag", "totes", and Tumblr are. They also taught me that they are among my favorite people in the world.

- I ran 3 races in a span of 3 months. Ironically, they kept getting smaller (10K, 5.5K, 5K)

- I'm still learning that I cannot please the world; more specifically, I cannot please those I want to be pleased with me. There's only ONE who is pleased with me and He's also quite fond of the person I am.

- It gets really hot in Germany in the summer. So hot that we had to take a day trip to the Swiss Alps to cool off (because we also don't have air conditioning)


- I have awesome friends and they just keep getting more awesome



- I had to say a lot of goodbyes in 2013. Friends & students leaving from BFA, my pastor at ACB moving to England, and my dear Ceebs leaves Germany tomorrow to begin a new life with her man. Goodbyes will never get easier, no matter how much I have to say them.

- I don't know if I will ever grasp how deep and how wide the Father's love is for me. The more I try to understand it, the more amazed I am.

- Oversensitivity is going to be the struggle that makes me draw closer to Jesus because he's the only one who can remind me that it's my selfish nature that starts it up in the first place.

- Instagram might be better than Facebook (::gasps::)

- I started semi-tweeting again on Twitter....but let's be honest...I only did it to find out what the celebs are up to...

- I turned 35 and still do not feel a day over 21....then I hang around 21-year-olds and remember that yes, I'm definitely 35.

- And no matter how old I get, these five men will always make me swoon and I don't care if their reunion was 90 seconds long, it was still a reunion. #jcismyfave #iwishicouldseejtinconcert #forgetthatiwishtherewasarealnsyncreunionwheretheywentontourandeverything


#happy2014

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Getting Home

Ahh, traveling during the holidays.......

Yesterday, I was picked up by the Antrims to get to the Z├╝rich airport. My flight left at 9:50 and we left in enough time to get there in time for me to check luggage, get Starbucks, and relax. Or so we thought. The border into Switzerland was jammed with traffic and so we were stalled for about 15 minutes there. Then, once we made headway into Switz, the fog was so bad and morning traffic was as well that we kept having to stop and go on the autobahn. I made it to the airport in record time, checked my bags, forwent Starbucks, somehow was able to get through First Class/Business security (no I did not fly first/business, but the line was shorter...and yes, I snuck in..and no, don't follow suit because you could get caught and they'll make you go to the other line anyway), and got to my gate as they started boarding.

The flight from ZRH to ATL is 10 hrs. I had already downloaded four episodes of The Mindy Project, two movies, and two books. But to my surprise, Delta was all set up with OnDemand-type entertainment so I still have four episodes of "Mindy" to watch and the two movies and the two books. This is needless information, but hey, why not plug Delta?

We landed in Atlanta at 3pm and my flight was supposed to board at 3:45. Awesome. I booked it to customs and then stood in anticipation waiting for my luggage to appear. A girl next to me was flying to Tampa and her flight left at 4:20, so we were both in the same nervous/where-is-my-luggage/situation. At 3:30 my bag showed up. I told myself that I still had time so that I wasn't frantically running through the airport. Checking the board, I saw that my plane was at D13. When I got there, I sat down and saw that we weren't boarding yet, so I pulled out Candy Crush (if anyone knows how to beat level 125, please let me know because I have been stuck on it for 3 weeks). About five minutes into that, an announcement was made about boarding the flight to Jacksonville....NORTH CAROLINA! Ok, frantic mode.

I tried to be calm asking the ticket agent where my flight was. B24. I was at D. This was when I wished I could be like Harry Potter and apparate.

I started running through the airport ala Home Alone and jumped on the train to B. I looked at my watch. I left at 4:25 and it was 4:05. I could actually miss the plane. It was two stops to B and when the doors opened, I started running yet again, nearly knocking over a man on the escalator (who was kind of rude to me in the first place because I tried to explain that I was late for my plane and he said, 'Well you could've taken the escalator next to us that doesn't have anyone in your way!" I almost looked at him and said, "Irrelevant right now, sir!"), and saw B24 in the distance. I got to the gate and there was no one there and my heart sunk thinking about the fact that I had missed boarding. No, they had just told me the wrong gate and I was at B23, down the hall.

Thankfully, when I got there, they were still boarding. Unfortunately, I was out of breath and coughing a LOT by the time I got on the plane. The flight attendant asked me if I needed a wheelchair and I thought, "She must think my coughing is really bad. Turns out, she was just asking the wrong person and meant to ask the person sitting across from me.

But all that to say.....I landed in Jax right on time, was greeted by my parents, went to eat dinner, and got to play with my niece-dog, Bella the Boxer. And yes, it's good to be home.

Single Roots Post #4

This is my fourth post for the Single Roots community. Aptly entitled "The Struggle of Singleness at Christmas"