So posting about all my interviews didn’t work out so great.
Turns out in the end, got into Yale, Penn, Baylor, and Duke, and decided to (well, God told me to) go to Yale.
But I really do need to get better at this so I can share my life in New Haven with my beloved Grace and Wolfpack family in Raleigh. Cause ya’ll rock my world.
The transition is starting to be very real…I’m realizing I’m…
an adult.
Yes, an adult. As in, I bought a bed and was excited that Hecht’s had sheets on sale. It’s no longer odd that my friends are getting married and having kids. And the scariest part of this realization is
We are largely already who we are going to be.
I’m NOT saying that people don’t change. After all, “And I am sure that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on that day when Christ Jesus comes back again (Phillipians 1:6, NLT).” And Paul knows his stuff. It’s just that since I was a little girl I had these ideas about what I’d do and who I’d be and the time for those things is upon us. I always thought I’d enjoy going to see plays when I grew up. Why not start this weekend finding something to go to? I always thought I’d read a lot and be very thoughtful. Hum…what was the last thing I read for the sake of reading?
The Knitting Lamb 