the very smallest of things hit me in a very odd way, sometimes. i'm almost embarrassed to write the connections my mind makes, but here goes... i'm sitting in my biology class, in a dreamy sort of daze. it's more of a learn-everything-yourself class, just because it's pretty intense subject matter as well as a pretty intense accent my teacher has. either way, i just took off my jacket and had this 'i'm grown up' thought. not that i wasn't allowed to take off my jacket as i liked when i was younger, but it was just a snap judgement and boom here i am. twenty years old. sitting in college. no more uniforms. i can wear flip flops in the winter. and where was my mom when i changed my shirt three times today? to tell me she liked the first one the best and i should go back to it.

i live in a house with amazing people. we're all so different. we're all navigating our way through the transition from young adult to who we're growing up to be. i'm so thankful. i feel like i say it a lot, but it's never enough to really reiterate the fact, that it's true. i love the people in my house. i learn things, mostly by watching the way that they live. quietly, humbly, loudly, gracefully, energetically, full-forcidly, creatively, genuinely, adventurously, simply and justly.

i love to do things with my housemates. meals together, making art together, throwing parties and house shows together and our most recent endeavor.... is still a secret.

i'm sitting here, growing older. searching for ways to practically live out my passions. praying to be more faithful in small things, to be open minded to what god wants to teach me in these days of reverie.

from our house show, sunday evening:

From ram·bling:traveling from place to place; wandering

From ram·bling:traveling from place to place; wandering