I have learned a lot since 8 o’clock this morning when I arrived at the Greyhound station in Memphis with my grandparents. I’ve learned that station food is overpriced and tends to make car sickness much more likely. I’ve learned to bring headphones and a jacket. I’ve learned that just because the Greyhound website says they provide power outlets and wifi on the new buses, that doesn’t necessarily mean that all of their buses are new.
But best of all, I have learned how to love myself more deeply and unconditionally. I’ve always believed that in order to enjoy a travel experience fully, you have to truly love the people you’re traveling with. This means that since I’m (theoretically) traveling alone, I honestly have to love myself. Don’t get me wrong, over the past year or so, I’ve definitely learned to appreciate my own unique quirks…but today I have developed a realization that I am a person worthy of love and adoration. That’s not to say that I should be self-absorbed, but there is a big difference in truly loving oneself and being self-absorbed.
More to come about specific Greyhound incidents later. Stay tuned.1 year ago More Info
I thought a tumblr would be different, but I guess not. Hmph.
I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ll be riding a Greyhound bus to North Carolina to see my aunt and uncle, Kem and Derick. And, of course, my cousin Paris. If I’m able to, I’ll be taking my iPad and hopefully latch onto some wifi hotspots so I can keep all of you updated on my trip. People keep asking me if I’m nervous about Irene’s potential damage in North Carolina but I think I’m more nervous about the Greyhound. Oh well. I am enveloping myself in positive energy and light. I know the Provider will give me a safe journey, and hopefully I will attract interesting people to share conversations with along the way.
Kem and my momo (and several others) seem to think that by the time I get to NC, we’ll have to evacuate. If that’s the case, at least I’ll be spending time with my Aunt Kem. She’s my best friend for life, and she keeps a cool blog. Semperkem.blogspot.com….come on, you know you want to read it.
In other news, I visited a revival at Keeley’s mother’s church last night in Kennett. As most of you probably know (or have guessed after reading my Facebook statuses), I have not felt comfortable in a church for quite some time. That’s partially because of how I was treated by supposed followers of Christ that I trusted dearly…but it’s also because my faiths and feelings toward God have changed so drastically over the course of the past year. I went from being that kid that believed anything that was taught in a Baptist church to a kid that can honestly admit this to you:
I am too small of a creature to comprehend how massive God is.
That means that that Baptist church that I grew up in might be right. Or that Pentecostal church I devoted myself to one summer might be right. The Universalist church might be right. The Catholic church, the spiritualists, the naturists, the Hindus, the Taoists might be right. We all might be right. More than likely, we’re all too small to be completely or even mostly right. All I know is that there is Something out there that keeps this Universe in balance. Something too big for me to try to fit inside some book or church doctrine.
With that said, I am completely amazed by God’s bigness. And I fully enjoyed the opportunity to worship this God-thing last night, even though I quite obviously didn’t (couldn’t) agree with what the evangelist said.
I enjoyed the past few days with Keeley as well. Keeley is my best friend, my go-to person. We shared a pretty adventurous life together at Williams Baptist College last year, and now she’s heading on to her next adventure at a new school about nine hours north of here. I stayed in Kennett with her for a couple of days to help her pack and get ready to move tomorrow morning. I’m so excited for her (and, ok, kind of jealous) because she’s got such a wonderful story ahead of her…and I know she’s going to blow those Yankees away with her boldness and southern charm.
And now that I’ve discussed three of my best friends, I suppose I should tell you all how great another one of my best friends is. Her name is Shannon. Or Shan. Or Mom. She keeps me laughing, keeps food on our table, and keeps me from becoming a bit too self-centered like I naturally tend to be. I think the world of her, and I am so blessed to have her in my life.
I told you about all of these people so you can hopefully see how lucky I am. But unless you know all of them like I do, you’ll just never really understand it.1 year ago More Info
They aren’t big enough.”
I can’t get those words out of my head. I read it on the Peace Corps’ tumblr, which you should totally follow.
Basically, I have a lot of dreams. Dreams that others think are unrealistic. And yes, these dreams scare the mess out of me, but they are attainable. I have dreams to be a volunteer in the Peace Corps, to participate in the Ride, to go on the World Race. A dream of being a tattoo artist.
I believe that now is the time to try.
Oh, by the way. Sorry for the short blog posts; I’ll be posting a lot more soon.1 year ago More Info
Figured I would start a new blog.
Post some photos.
Talk about my travels and every day life.