Wanderlust

wan·der·lust/ˈwändərˌləst/: Noun: a strong, innate desire to rove or travel about.

Last summer I had this idea to get a big world map to hang on my wall. I thought it was particularly perfect, seeing as my roommate and I are both of international origins (I'm an MK from Ethiopia, she's an MK from China), and we could even do something incredibly precious like putting a picture of our families with a string attached to their respective countries...you know? What I really wanted was to find an old, vintagey second-hand map buried somewhere in the depth of a crowded bookstore (that happened to be a great price) -- somewhat crinkled and yellowed with age; the blues of the oceans and pinks and yellows of the countries starting to fade.

But none of this ever happened.

Then last night, Madeline and I were walking home from dinner, trying to figure out what to do with ourselves that evening. We needed to run some errands, so I threw out the possibility of Wal-Mart, to which Madeline (who happens to be going to Palestine in two weeks) responded "Well, I have been wanting a world map for my wall..."

I stopped, right in the middle of the Corner. "Madeline!" I exclaimed. "I want a world map for my wall!"

"Let's go to Wal-Mart!" said Madeline.

And a taxi-driver sitting nonchalantly in his vehicle about five feet away started laughing at us.

Anyway, we went to Wal-Mart, and each purchased a $6 50x32" world map, which we promptly brought home, laid out on the floor and admired while drinking blue kool-aid jammers and enjoying Busta Rhymes' skillz in "Look at Me Now."

No, it's not the vintage wonder I had imagined. But I am still excited to put it on my wall and remember that, although I'm here now (and I love it, and I'm supposed to be here), my home and my heart are still there. I've learned to love small-town America, but I also love the coffee-smells and rickety taxis of Ethiopia and the bike paths of England. I love the crowds and clutter of the street life of a foreign country and getting to be in a place that you've heard so much about or that is so far away.

Some of you might know that it's my goal to go to as many countries as I am old. I'm at eighteen -- down by two right now, and although I really am excited to be here in Charlottesville for the summer, at the same time I'm itching to just go somewhere. Hearing other people's crazy summer plans coupled with a long trail of travel blog perusals a few days ago had me looking up flight prices to various locations around the globe on bing.com, thinking to myself...maybe I could go somewhere for a week at the end of the summer? Is it possible? Where would I go? Who would I go with? How much would it cost?

The thing is, this is probably is not going to happen. And maybe it is for the better. It's true that I love exploring, roaming around different corners of the globe -- but can I also be content with where I am right now? Traveling and being a foreigner comes easily to me, because it was how I was raised -- but what lessons and growth is there for me here in Charlottesville this summer? In an ordinary work day? These are the things that I'll be exploring this summer.

P.S. Ironically, the amazing Kaye Stansbury just let me know that she's started a blog about her summer project in San Diego -- and the blog's title? Wanderlust. Um, hello, girl after my own heart. (And everybody please stalk the heck out of her because she is just that wonderful and is going to have all sorts of adventures in the next few weeks!)


[image source, via Pinterest. Quote by Seneca]

Third Year Memories

I feel like I went running straight into summer with no real transition from school. There were no days at the beach, no break from work, no change of location...and it made me realize how necessary that transition is. Going somewhere different at the beginning of the summer (for the last two it was Hilton Head) gives you a chance to realign my thoughts, think about the past year, and maybe make a few goals for the summer -- you know, what books to read, that kind of stuff. (Although last summer my goal was to learn to do the worm. And I did.)

The point is, I need to pause life for a moment, to think, to appreciate and to anticipate. the lovely Kate Kronau's blog (so beautiful and so vulnerable -- the blog and the girl) inspired me to do just that for a moment and just remember all that happened this past school year -- because it was a full one. 

Thus, some third year memories (in no particular):

• Tuesday lunches (and Thursday fallback lunches)
• Country dancing in Texas with my bff
• Wedding dress shopping with my sister
• My family's new house in Crozet! (And Easter lunch with everyone there)
• Watching the girls in the small group I lead grow during our second year together! (So many challenges, but soooo many blessings)
• Christmas in Kenya
• Emceeing for Agape
• Getting my nose pierced
• Laying across Kathleen's lap as she repierced my third hole with a safety pin, Parent Trap style
• Glee at the Octagon
• A long, long winter
• Brittney's Disney princess birthday party/Halloween (and dressing up as Ariel)
• Learning to cling to God's promises
• 2 hour & 45 minute Curry classes
• Carrying a giant paper chain down 14th street
• Grassy Knoll picnics
• The Great Jungle Juice Flood of '11 (10 minutes before our small group was about to start)
• Getting rear-ended as I was about to turn into my driveway...and getting the car fixed/dealing with insurance/driving to Pennsylvania on a not-fully-fixed car
• Football games (girls in pearls!)
• Hilton Head and Charleston with Hope and Allie
• Walking to class on Tuesday and Thursday mornings with Margaret, Monique and Abby
• Thanksgiving dinner with the Mangrove
• Realizing time and time again how much I fail and how much God comes through
• Sitting on the porch swing at 206
• Para Coffee
• Being the designated driver for sooo many 21st birthdays (my time will come soon enough...)
• Joshua Radin and Brooke Fraser concerts!
• A ton of job interviews, a ton of rejections, and finally starting a job

...And so many other things.

And now Madeline and I are off to Wal-Mart to buy world maps and then we are going to fingerpaint. 

Friday Five

Here's the thing: I don't usually listen to country music. But there is just something about summertime that changes that. It's just the perfect background to cruising with the windows down or sitting on the porch long past midnight, wouldn't you agree? So, here are:

My Top Five Fave Summertime Country Songs

1. Fast Cars and Freedom, Rascal Flatts 

(You don't look a day over fast cars and freedom, that sunset, river bank, first time feeling...)

2. Why Don't We Just Dance, Josh Turner

(This music video is just so wonderful. Basically that's going to be my future.)

3. Nothing To Lose, Josh Gracin

4. Water, Brad Paisley

(Soo I don't actually know if this is my favorite Brad song, but it is certainly summer appropriate, and I couldn't not have Brad Paisley on this list..)

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5. Get Out of This Town, Carrie Underwood

...Aaand because narrowing it down to five was actually really difficult, here are some other faves:

• Toes, Zac Brown Band
• Summer Song, Blue County
• Summer Nights, Rascal Flatts
• Would You Go With Me, Josh Turner
• Feel That Fire, Dierks Bentley
• A Little More Country Than That, Easton Corbin
• Best Days of Your Life, Kellie Pickler

Happy Summer.

To My Sister, A Graduate

Currently Listening To: For Emma, Forever Ago, Bon Iver. (Especially Skinny Love) (Inspired by last night's porchtime with Linnea and Leah)

Dear Linnea,

I remember when I first came to college. I was fresh off the plane from Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, where I had graduated in a class of eleven friends, and was suddenly at a college where there were almost more people in my dorm than my entire K-12 school. I was still having culture shock about things like free drink refills and the fact that I could buy a pair of jeans whenever I wanted.

You, however, had already been here for a year. You knew what was up, and you passed some of that knowledge on to me. I remember that we went to Ohill for lunch with our cousin Jessi on the first day of classes, and then about an hour after that I was calling you frantically because I realized I had just accidentally skipped my first college class ever. You told me it would be okay because it was a big lecture class and they were probably just figuring out enrollment stuff anyway. (You were right.)

   

You took me to the first Agape large group (where I met Liz, another MK, who just so happened to be my roommate this past year) and made me come to the root beer kegger that weekend (where I met several people I am friends with now). You would drive me places and I would cry in the car sometimes, because living in a dorm with a roommate is not always conducive to that, and you were the only familiarity I had.

After those first few months, I began to figure stuff out. But it was still nice having you around, seeing you several times a week, and especially this year when we lived a few houses down the street from each other, so if I was on my way home and you happened to be on your porch I could sit and join you. It’s also been…fun? working out how to share a car (especially when someone had a boyfriend who lived an hour away.. ;] ) but the upside of that was that we were often in constant communication...

All in all, who would of thought three years ago that we’d be sitting on your porch two nights after your graduation stuffing wedding invitations into envelopes?  You have so many exciting, wonderful things going on these days! You’re getting married, moving to Maryland with your husband where you'll be doing public health-y and grown up things!

And I’ll be sticking around here for another two years. Funnily enough, it’ll be the first time I’ve been at this school without you here, too. I’m pretty confident I can handle it, but I know that’s largely because of the way you were there for me from the very beginning. And if you ever want to come back and visit next year, you can definitely sleep on my floor.

 

Love,

Your Schwesder

Frolicsome

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This Has Gotta Be The Good Life

It's graduation weekend! That means that while I was at work/walking home I saw several college kids walking around with a parent in tow, that my own grandparents (PJ & MK!) are in town, and that at dinner we were handed a schedule of the weekend's events by our very own graduate, my sister Linnea. (Yayy Linnea!)

[me and Linnea being oh-so-UVA]

My tomorrow is: bridal shower, lunch with the fam, work, graduation party, graduation party, birthday party. I am blowdrying and straightening my hair tonight to prepare for this onslaught of activity. (Also, you can tell that this is a big event weekend because that whole blowdrying/straightening thing does not happen often. I have too much hair to deal with that.)

In the meantime, this is the song I've had stuck in my head all day (thanks to Margaret, who plays songs she loves on repeat, it was the backdrop to our conversation for a few hours last night):

Do you any of you guys do that? Put a song you love on repeat? Or does that ruin the song for you?

You Had Me At Mixed Media

I am loving Mae Chevrette's mixed media paintings. (Check out her Etsy shop here!)

I'm thinking about getting a print for my room next year -- they're all about $20 each (except, unfortunately, the last one). But then the real question is, which one do I choose?