a box of tissues lighter

I can sum up my last 7 days into one word: sick. There are many reasons why I hate being sick. I can't breath well, I can't speak english (at least any word starting with a b, m, n), I can't think, I don't feel like myself, I drip from the nose, I need more sleep (which means less homework time), I can't follow a conversation, and many more.

My community has been nothing but understanding during this past week. Buying orange juice, watching movies with me, and even yelling at me to stop washing the dishes and to sit down.

But in all honesty I'm ready to be normal again! I'm praying that by going to bed at 10pm this week will fix everything (with the help of more orange juice) :]

Bless

The Third Week of Senior Life

What a wonderful morning. I have spent close to the last hour sitting in my bed drinking chi tea, listening to Icelandic music and the thunderstorm outside, while writing. This is my kind of ideal morning indeed.

I'd like to share with my readers the one thing I understand (so far) from my Philosophy class. It has to do with community living and freedom. (I do believe that the reason why I understand this only concept is because I can apply it to life). Freedom is not doing whatever I want and or being rational. No, freedom is when what I want and what the group that I live with/around want match up. That concept may seem simple or obvious but ever since that class the wheels in my brain have been turning. I will be conscious of watching when the wants in my community change and if the freedom of being who I am or what I want become harder to obtain. It's like a fun little social experiment. :]

Speaking of social experiments, last Thursday was the launch of a brand new branch of University Ministries called Tribes. This past week has been full of preparations for the big night. We (my house - official and unofficial - plus other amazing people) have been "clipping" campus with clothes pins advertising Tribes, buying ridiculous things from the thrift store (like a red donkey we named Sally), and spray painting signs. I'd like to pause so I can say I LOVE DOING CRAZY THINGS FOR GOD. Our goal is that everyone on campus knows that something new is going on, and this is just the beginning! There was a good turn out of students from all ages (although we would have liked to have some more seniors) and from what I heard people liked being split up into random groups and the night in general. What I love about being a part of something brand new is that the sky is the limit. There is no expectations of the students about what Tribes should be because Tribes has never happened before. I am excited to see where God takes Tribes. (Just a shameless plug - you can still come out to Tribes if you missed the first week. Everyone is welcome to come and go as they please).

The fact that I am a senior is slowly hitting me in the face ever since yesterdays meeting for the seniors. Please pray for guidance and that I listen to God's voice.

Bless friends.

why I'm awake past midnight

I just spent the last hour or so talking and praying with my roommates. This is one of the many reasons why I love community living.

and the story continues.

It's hard to believe that I started this blog a little over a year ago. I have gone back and forth between picking up the old blog or not again. I have decided to continue writing. My silence was because I felt my life back in the States wasn't "blog worthy" but life is a continuous adventure - no matter what country I'm in.
I know that this year is going to be one of many changes and one of joy. It is (crazy enough) my senior year of college and now more then ever I am becoming more present with life at North Park. I am living in a house with three other girls and already the adventures are rolling. Living in community is our main focus. I'm planning on exploring what that looks like with each new day.
I may not know where I'll be in the next year or what "dream" I'm chasing now, but I'm loving life right now this very minute. And that is a good place to be.

Bless

this is life. right now. this very second

Wow, a spare minute. Well, that is a bit over dramatic. I’ve had a few, but this is the first one that I’ve taken to blog, or even think about blogging. Some days are full of writing (between my dramatic writing, creative non-fiction, and many journal entries) I can easily become tired of words. We all can thank college life for that.

Every day is oddly similar (like it also became in Iceland). I wake up from a not wonderful nights rest (due to it being too cold, hot, light, uncomfortable, you name it) and decide to not work out because I’m too tired. Not a great way to start out any day. Then there is classes, which are interesting. I never noticed how fast and much professors talk, but coming back from lectures that were slow and brainless, I feel out of shape trying to follow the complex aerobics my professors expect their students to perform in class. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not falling behind, its just different to what was normal. Now all over again I must adjust to this new concept that will soon become normal.

I got a job, which is a blessing and I found out I only need to take a half a semester art class, not two halves. Now I’ll have more time to focus on my writing after spring break. I am ECSTATIC about that because it’ll be one of the first times that I’ll be able to dedicate full days for writing.

Real life continues to hit me at random moments. Little and big changes to stable things that once were not and now are. I’m not sure how I feel about them, but they’ve happened, they’ve been said, and now its my turn to react. It’s not like changes didn’t happen while I was away, I was just oblivious to them for whatever reasons.

I haven’t had much of a chance to explore Chicago like I had planned. I never let nasty weather stop me in Iceland so honestly I do not have a good excuse for my shut-in days. Hopefully that will change now that I’ve got a slight idea of how busy my week and weekends will be. But I have been able to get to Molly’s cupcakes twice :]

I’ll fill you in on dorm life. I live with two sweet ladies who I knew beforehand. We had decided to be roommies long before I even knew I’d be in Iceland (it was yet a dream). I had jokingly told one of my roommates to save all of her mini wheats boxes and put them on our wall. Well, she took it to a whole different level and tapped cereal boxes on my closet doors and the wall by my desk. I don’t even want to count them, but trust me, there are a lot!  She is a nut and I love her for that. It’s been great to spend time with my friends again, but some days I miss sitting around the kitchen table eating random food that people threw together that reminded them of home. I miss talking about different cultural experiences and traditions. I miss knitting and drinking Icelandic coffee. I miss being able to walk basically anywhere in the city in 10 or 15 minutes. To help me feel like a little bit of Iceland is with me I bought nutella. I know it isn’t Icelandic, but it will always be a reminder of my time there. I ate it a lot. ha.

bless.

21 days and counting

21 days have come and gone and only a few moments within have been still. Ever since I stepped onto the flybus in Reykjavik life has been more go, wait, inconvenience, go, go, wait, try to sleep, party, celebrate, wait, inconvenience. You get the picture.

My supposed 12 hour trip home turned into a 28 hour trip with a sleepover in the Boston airport. Still to this day I am upset at the airline because they lied. No one was at the transfer desk for me, thus making me miss my connecting flight. Oh well. It's now a grand story that will some day make me laugh I'm sure.

Christmas would have been a happier time if I hadn't been so jet lagged or if I would have had time to journal before I saw so many people. My brain was too full of thoughts and memories to make any sense when speaking.

Then without even presenting itself, I was on my way to the airport again, this time to KCMO for my roommate from last year's wedding. Okay, so I knew since July 2009 that I would be in KCMO in January, but under my tired-full-confused-mind it felt out of no where. 6 days of wedding craze, cookies, target, families, food,I do's, and more airport time. Needless to say, I spent all last Tuesday doing nothing. My mind and body needed to be still.

I moved into my dorm yesterday afternoon and have been fully enjoying the first real moments of peace and quiet. All returning students move in this afternoon and in a few short hours my solitude will come to an end. But I have decided that is fine, because the longer I sit by myself looking out my dorm room window the more I miss Iceland. Everything was prettier there. Where is the breath taking sky and mountains? I want them back. It's hard to go on Facebook and see friends uploading more Iceland pictures they have taken since I left. Their adventure continues. Mine seems to have come to a close, and what has opened is the scary prospect of graduating college in little over a year and starting "real" life. Living in another country was easy compared to the unknown future. Oh goodness, my dramatic side is taking over again.

There have been wonderful moments these past 21 days as well. I hope you didn't think that have been dragging my feet since I've been home. No no no. I got to hug my mom many times. I heard Bethany's laugh and laughed along. I learned a new card game (killer bunnies). I finally got to meet Sara's family and watch from the bridal party a beautiful start of a new chapter in the Hey's life. I've seen two beautiful sunrises. I took my dog on a walk. I ate too much bdubs. I had starbucks. I visited Hangtime! I watched Hannah Montana. And right now I'm in the best dorm room at NPU that over looks the the snow covered green space. And just for kicks I spent 36ish hours in airports in two weeks (it's a positive because I can now write many stories about them).

Classes start tomorrow and they will kick my butt and I'm sure it will take me awhile to remember how to study normal amounts during the week. Life in Chicago already feels like home. It's nice. I welcome all adventures that are to come.

Bless friends.

so tell me, what is our ending?

This last week feels an awful like the first week except with a few differences. 1) I have friends 2) I know the city 3) there´s less day light. Some similarities have been: boring paper work, random things on a to-do-list, lots of spare time, and no computer. Instead of unpacking and organizing, I have started to organize and pack. The worst part is this week there are no hello nice to meet yous, but goodbyes for maybe forever.

As depressing as that sounds my week hasn´t been that sad. In fact, it has been fun and full of random and planned events.

Last Saturday my friend Maxine made Chines dumplings for me because I am leaving. She is so sweet. We were making dumplings all afternoon, I hadn´t eaten that much since Thanksgiving! The next day I had went over to my buddy´s house for an Icelandic meal. It was a very diverse weekend of my taste buds.

The most touristy thing I have done was go to the Blue Lagoon with Birgir, Charlize, Rabekka, and Maxine. The Blue Lagoon is the big deal of Iceland, a Disneyland type of big deal. Expect it is not long lines and rides, but a large relaxing outside naturally hot pool. It was great to get out of the city and just relax for an afternoon.

The craziest thing I have done was go to the beach with Gerick and Zak to swim in it. Yes, I have now been swimming in the North Atlantic. It was more of a jump in, scream, take a few pictures, and run into the hotpot that was also in the ocean. But I was in the North Atlantic in my swimsuit, and that´s all that counts. :)

Sunday is coming too soon, and I just realized today that I only have the morning in Reykjavik. The rest of my day will be getting to the airport, waiting around in airports, and flying. I´m not looking forward to that at all. Just like in coming here, I haven´t thought much about going home and what it means. I can foresee culture shock, not a lot. But it will happen. I was in another country for a semester, its bound to happen. As are changes in myself and all the changes that have happened back home and at school. Everything will be different and everything will be oddly the same. But at the same time, I am looking forward to the new adventures back home. I have never taken advantage of the beauty and exciting things in the cities that I live in. That will be changing.

Well friends, this will for sure be my last post before I am home. I don´t want to waste any moments on the computer today, tomorrow, and Sunday morning. But thanks for reading. Bless.