I'm not unemployed anymore - I actually have a very fabulous job as a preschool teacher with the University of Michigan child care centers. But I'm still posting, albeit a little more irregularly, and I don't want to ignore the personal progress I've made since starting this blog by renaming it.

Blog inspiration: I read 48 States in 48 Days by Paul Jury in the summer of 2011. It was fabulous...although he planned way less for his roadtrip than I would have. And at the same time, my lovely Anna was constantly reminding me that our lives were awesome, despite the fact that we didn't have job prospects, new cars, boyfriends/husbands, houses, etc., like so many people we knew. So, in an effort to appreciate my life and the crazy uncertainty that it is, I started writing this blog about the little adventures I have. (And by "writing a blog," I mean "making a list" because I make lists, not narratives.) Even if there isn't a BIG adventure that happens every day, I try to find at least one thing to list :)

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Hands Down (June 23)

  • We got up and rendezvous-ed pretty late and then Julie, Abby, Ashley, Winter and I headed to Homigot, the site of the famous hand statues on the edge of Pohang. It was a nice, chill way to hang out and would have been really beautiful in the sunshine. Plus, there’s lots more to do there than people make it seem – I’m glad we went :)



Endless :)

  • Afterwards, we headed to Bukbu for Amos' goodbye gathering. He’s headed back home to Burundi :( But we got to sing together on the beach (it's amazing how much some songs remind me of camp, and can take me back to sitting at Firebowl at Crystal Springs or Lake Louise) and it was great to spend time with that group of people. It’s so sad because I feel like we (Ingrid, Nida, Amos, Pastor Richie, Cordelle, other attendants of PICC) are really starting to get to know each other, and now we are being separated :(
  • And then Ashley, Julie, and I ended the night with frozen yogurt and You've Got Mail :D

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