i have been home almost two weeks now, spending my days in the same way that i have for the past two summers. going to the beach during the day, and waitressing at night.
it has been so nice to be outside the wheaton bubble. i never would have thought it would be possible to say this but hilton head is comparable to Sodom and Gomorrah compared to wheaton.
i love being around non-christians. it reminds me of how lucky i am to be given grace upon grace. if it weren’t for grace it would be me.
(i love this old typewriter. not sure why the shift key says freedom. but i like it.)
working at the restaurant these past two weeks has been hilarious. more then ever i am noticing myself evaluating and reading people.
just for a quick story: i had the most incredibly odd table the other night. i don’t need to tell you what they looked like but it was three women and one man. i had huge suspicions about how they knew each other and why they were eating out.
they paid the bill in cash. (i think it was like $57.82) they gave me a 20 dollar bill and thirty-eight ones. i said outloud to another waitress, well i guess strippers have to eat too. and can’t tip. (they gave me 18 cents)
it just makes me excited to think that as the tables fill up each night, i am getting to come into contact with people who otherwise i would never run into outside of a strip club. pretty crazy.
but i also have families that make me want to punch a baby. there was a family the other day with two kids, a boy and a girl. the girl who was probably 10 years old had her twin american girl dolls in a high chair next to the table. this my friends, is not normal.
on my nights off, or after work my parents and i play scrabble. which is hilarious. check out the words. my dad tries to make up words all the time. and sometimes they are words. he played the word ‘fungo’ one night, and its actually a word. weird.
if you knew me in college this chair would be known to you as the pink throne. it was the perfect prop for my typewriter.
i have been dreaming these days of writing a book. a couple years ago at a house church i went to, i was asked to write some things down that i am dreaming of for my life. and i wrote some things that were simple: be a mother, be an advocate for those without a voice, love justice, take high school girls to young life camp, live in the same place as rebecca rigell…those things are all pretty achievable. but then i wrote that i dreamt of writing a book, of being an author. the past two weeks i have read four books. and i am itching to write. i don’t know what it is even gonna be about. but i can’t wait to find out.
other than that i have been chillin. got to see my sweet girls yesterday. they are hilarious.i mean seriously child? mr. potato head glasses and no pants. obvy.
this summer has really been something.
may was: just straight insanity. babysitting, jail, claire.
june was: career counseling class, classes at honeyrock, sex therapy class, move to a new house, hilton head for a week.
july: christian theology class…going home tomorrow. for a month at the beach.
13 credit hours done. my brain is full.
i did it.
i’ve been moving the past two days. i’m ticked about it. i have so much stuff.
and my new room is purple.
now here is the kicker…purple is my favorite color. this shape of purple makes me want to hurl. the combination of the purple color and my furniture makes the room look like a carnival. or a baby nursery.
pictures to come soon.