The difference in a year

December 10th.

Three years ago today, I was living in Kentucky.  I was a bartending seminarian.  We were all anxiously waiting for the miraculous arrival of Mr. Asher Paul.   I was in the beginning of a relationship that would eventually become THE relationship.  I was anticipating graduation, enjoying snow and had a house full of dogs.

Two years ago today I was in Indonesia.   It was a three week whirl-wind trip full of spicy food, bad air and incredible learning experiences.  I was able to attend a UN Conference on Climate Change.  I marched with indigenous peoples from all over Indonesia.  A few weeks earlier I had attended a traditional Indonesian wedding, and spent time with the families of migrant workers.

One year ago today I was in Hong Kong.  It was my final day in Hong Kong.  I cannot begin to express what all I gained from my time there.  I spent 15 months trying to blog about it, only to feel that I failed miserably at accurately conveying how meaningful and impressive every moment and individual was.

One year ago today I was in transition.  Leaving my apartment before dawn, (and subsequently breaking my toe!), and ending the day in Japan.

One day.  Over the span of three years.  From Kentucky, to Indonesia, to Hong Kong, to Japan, to Seattle.

Last night my dad called.  He asked what I was doing, and I said eating dinner.  “Anyone with you?” he asked.  “Of course not,” I replied.  “I lead a pretty boring life.”

I think I need to retract that statement.  My how time flies when you’re having fun; traveling the world; discovering what it means (and what it doesn’t mean) to be a missionary; watching friends get married and expand their families; falling in love; meeting new friends; saying goodbye to new and old friends; learning about migrant rights and issues surrounding homelessness…..


It’s official!

I am now an official Washington resident.  With a really horrible DL picture.  But official nonetheless.

Have I mentioned lately how much I absolutely love my new city?  Because seriously, I do.   So it was a big day for me, changing my residency.

This is the first time I have ever changed my residency.  Yep, you read that right.  I lived, let’s see, pretty much all over the Southeast.  Yet I have never changed my residency.   There isn’t really a good reason for it, other than I have never lived in a place that I was willing to commit myself to enough with a driver’s license.   But Seattle?  Geez, I love Seattle.  I love Washington.  I love being on the West Coast!  For the first time in years, I feel at home.

It’s a good feeling.  Even if it does come with a pretty bad DL picture.