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| Xanga, I miss you. Sometimes I think about you when I'm falling asleep at night. I can't stay away. I'm supposed to update my World Race blog, but often times I feel so much pressure to do so that it's not even fun. It's stressful. Which is why I'm coming back to you. I'm not sure how much time I can commit to you - but I'm not yet ready to let you die.
Okay. That's all I have for now. Peace. | | |
| Remember when I said I was going to try and update my xanga a whole lot before I left for the World Race? Well, the joke is on me. I'm in Ireland now. For once it's not raining. Right now I'm bumming wireless Internet off a nearby hotel. I'm about to walk back to my campsight to eat some dinner. If you want to hear a bit about my life over the next year, you can check it out here: www.hopemendola.theworldrace.org. Okay, thanks and bye! | | |
| I enjoy evaluating my life by remembering what I was doing a year ago, two years ago, etcetera etcetera. For instance, a year ago I was living on a mountain in California, and preparing to move to India for three years. One year later--I'm living in Nashville, and preparing to depart on a mission trip around the world. What?
Life will never cease to surprise me.
I was reading through old xanga entries late last night--mainly from the summer and fall of 2006. I was reminded of so much about myself that I had forgotten. And then I was kind of sad, because lately I've really slacked on updating my xanga.
I guess I kind of got overwhelmed, because I have to keep a World Race blog, and then I made a tumblr, and also I don't want the Internet to take over my life...so xanga got lost somewhere in the midst of it all.
I'm only in the United States for another three weeks, but for those three weeks I'm going to do my best to keep up with my xanga baby cakes. After all, I want something to look back on a year from now to help remind me where I've come from.
Right now I'm at Bongo Java (my favorite coffee shop in Nashville) with my roommate Erin (one of my favorite people in the world). I'm wearing an Ohio State shirt that I got at a thrift store, and grey Chucks. My hair is finally long enough to sport a side ponytail.
"What are you doing?" Erin just asked. "Writing a xanga entry," I reply. "What's it about?" She says. I have yet to reply. | | |
| The last entry I made on here was nearly a month ago, and it was about buffalo wings. So much has happened and so much has changed. My emotions have been a blur of highs and lows, of dreams and woes.
You see, sometimes I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life, while other times I find myself distraught over the tragedy of life. Michael Jackson dies, my best friend gets married to the man of her dreams, and when I see my twelve-year-old brother for the first time in six months he stands almost as tall as me. The celebration of a life, a love, and a growth intertwines with the sadness of the loss of a life, a best friend, and a baby brother.
All I can do is try to accept the idea that life is a constant flow of celebration and sadness. Of new beginnings and closed chapters.
This quote says it beautifully...
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.” - Kahlil Gibran
Until my next update...I'll be here. Just trying to figure it all out.
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| The other night when I was working at Applebees I really, really wanted boneless buffalo wings. One of my coworkers said she would split an order with me--which means we would each only have to pay $2. Even though it was only a few bucks I didn't feel like it was a good enough reason to spend money--especially since I ate out a lot this past weekend. So I said no.
A little while later I was cleaning off a table and noticed a box of food that someone left. I opened it up...and what do you know, it was a box full of boneless buffalo wings!
I'm convinced God was rewarding me for making good choices.
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