Change, It's a Good Thing

I wish I was one of those people who blog everyday; every intention I had when I started this blog was to do so. Now I find myself busy and almost at a loss of what to share. I have great stories and I want them to be heard, but I've been in a bit of a story telling funk lately I guess.

I want to do something about that. I'm thinking about ways to switch up my blog so that it's more interesting. I'm thinking about doing a video every day for a while, or maybe doing something picture related. As of now, I'm not sure what will be changed, but know it will be coming.

Personally, I too have changed. I recently colored my hair from brown to black and I love it. Today I have heard many compliments, some I'm not sure were sincere, some where confusing, and some were facts... My friend Joe Miller said to me, "Your hair is black." and kept walking. Joe's a great guy though! Check out some of his work here.

Until later, here's a pic of my new hair:

With All the Hustle & Bustle

It's a busy life I lead... I love it.

Recently, I signed the lease to my apartment, applied for a pretty large leadership position at school, watched Black Swan, and of course done homework. I've been going to bed earlier and waking up earlier and trying to spend as much time as I can with my friends (even if we're just studying).

Lately, we've been spending a lot of time a coffee shop in Queen Anne called Bustle. Bustle is a cute coffee shop that has great employees, great coffee, and great food! Not to mention free internet! We spend countless hours doing homework there, catching up, and occasionally gossiping. 


In lue of Bustle, my busy life, sunny days, and the up coming Easter weekend, I leave you with this:
  

RT 2011

Here it is.

I wish I could say that my lack of blogging has been because this is what has been happening, but sadly I cannot. In fact, words do not do justice to the emotions, stress, confusion, depression, and loss I've experienced within the month of April so far.

This is not a post about how I'm feeling about all of that...don't worry. Rather, this is RT 2011.

You might be thinking "Gee, what could RT 2011 possibly mean?" It's quite simple really. RT = Road Trip 2011. It's not yet a tradition per say, since RT 2010 was the first one, but I would like for it to be one!

In 2009 when I went to college, I meet a girl named Grace. Grace and I were going to be working at the same coffee shop, that's how our friendship began. Neither of us work there anymore, in fact we actually quit together, but that's beside the point. The point is this: Grace and I, that first year of knowing each other went to Oregon and California together, that sparked our FRIENDSHIP GOALS. One goal of our friendship is to go to all 50 states together; that summer was RT 2010. We drove to Grand Rapids, MI to visit a friend we'd made at school, bringing our state total to 14. With only 36 to go...

...That brings us to RT 2011. We knew we wanted to go to CO and my family in TX offered housing as well, so this is what Grace has concocted. Needless to say, I am very excited about this trip (even if it's still months and months away).

Heavenly Reunion

Throughout my short time on this Earth, I have had many people close to me pass away. Because of this, I've essentially become numb to the concept of death. On Friday, my grandmother, Billie Slater, was yet another to go. She was 87 years old and was suffering from severe dementia. I last saw her in December around Christmas time, and the time before that was in May. It's not that I didn't want to see her, but it's that I didn't want to see her like she was. The woman I was visiting wasn't my grandmother, she was someone I didn't recognize and I was someone she barely recognized.

I feel very sad knowing that I won't see her again. I feel very sad knowing that I haven't seen her recently. I feel very sad thinking about my father and knowing I'm all he has left. But, I don't feel sad thinking about times I've spent with her; I feel joyful.

I know where my grandmother is. I know she's with my grandfather and she's very happy to see him. We will see each other again. I will be reunited with so many people and it will be a joyful day.

What I have left to say is this:

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us, letting us know they are happy.