I bought a KeepCup last Friday. I know this is the groundbreaking news you were hoping to hear. You may be wondering why a) I spent $25 on a 12oz glass travel mug and b) I’m writing to tell you about it, so let me just go ahead and say that it’s 100% because of your influence.
It all started because Jen Hatmaker decided to live differently and write Seven. And she did that, in part, because Shane Claiborne decided to live differently and write The Irresistible Revolution. And he did that, probably in large part, because Jesus … Continue reading
In light of the fact that this is not coming to you from sunny Santo Domingo, this quote from yesterday’s post seems like the ultimate jinx:
“Ironically, I am actually on my way to an island right now. By the time this is posted I will be somewhere in the sky en route to the Dominican Republic.”
I would say that the joke is on me, but if it is, it’s the best joke ever.
As we boarded the plane yesterday, my heart was feeling a little bit heavy. My uncle passed away last week and his funeral was scheduled … Continue reading
I absolutely loved doing a travel season for admissions last fall. It was the definition of a perfect job for me. I got paid to drive all over the northeast in a gorgeous rental car, spending every day surrounded by fall foliage, ESPN radio, city lights, and Pandora soundtracks. I got to interact with people in a way I’m good at: meeting strangers, making a positive first impressive, and exchanging concrete data (majors and numbers) with a dash of harmless personal information (short stories and anecdotes about why Roberts is such a special place). At the end of every … Continue reading
I’m rounding the corner on Week Two in Harrisburg, PA. Now that I’m less in the middle of the unpacking stage and more in the middle of the settling in stage, I’m fairly convinced that moving to a new place is an excellent litmus test for life. One definition of a litmus test is “a critical indication of future success or failure.” That’s pretty much exactly how I feel about the process of establishing myself in a new place.
Moving feels like a blank canvas that gets filled with the things you believe are most true about yourself. Every decision … Continue reading
I’ve been trying to come up with adequate and eloquent things to say about moving tomorrow after a 500+ day detour at home, but the words have left the building. It’s like word thieves snuck into my brain, took all the good ones, and sold them off for parts to Scrabble and Wheel of Fortune.
But they didn’t take everything. They were kind enough to leave me one word, the only word I’ve been able to utter in response to any question about any situation.
If you’ve talked to me recently, you know that this is true, especially … Continue reading