made it

this picture was just after a 4 hour, then 7 hour flight; half hour taxi drive; 10 minute figure-out-where-we-are-and-why-we're-not-where-we're-supposed-to-be; and a 20 minute walk to where we really were supposed to be. gotta love new places.

how?

i said to myself, one half of an hour ago, that i would only work for another hour. just enough time to be productive and watch S1:E4 - the man in the bear. (note: addiction is real)

i have half a page to write for homework. i have homework again.

almost all the way done packing. flight leaves in the morning. am i living a real life???

i love candids

i really love this. i really love most candid photos. but i really love this. and i really love this woman. she is a good woman. and i admire her. not goodbye forever. but goodbye to the way things used to be. which is always harder than saying to goodbye to a real person. i've sort of been singing this song to myself for a while. it seems fitting. minus the part about leaving your past behind.

i like my past. its a good past. i don't want to forget it. but i'm determined not to re-live it.

last night i read some old journal entries, and i wrote a new journal entry. i'm starting something new. i'm going to write the specific things i learn from people in my journal. that way i know exactly why they are important to me. it may even help me be bold and say them out loud.

photo countdown

this happens again in a week. (minus the dude)

maybe not quite this(but maybe) happens again in a week and a day.

at this table with a couple of these people in 11 days.

and i end up here in precisely 18 days. with one day of travel. so i'm counting 17.

my life is great. great great.

ps- my program directors asked me about my spanish abilities. maybe i'll get assigned to a spanish unit in london. i'm kind of excited.

provo summer

mine ends in two weeks.

time to live it up before i really REALLY live it up in 24 days.

time to get my passport ready.