Ask yourself this.

Today was my third day back from school and so far I have accomplished pretty much nothing. Besides getting too much sleep and watching an excessive amount of Gilmore Girls re-runs, I'd say my time spent at home has been just about as eventful as college walk on a Saturday at Mary Washington. I have seen a total of 8 people, 3 of which live in my own house. Some would call this pathetic, I on the other hand, well, I would have to agree.But let's look beyond this point of pathetic-ness, more importantly, what am I supposed to blog about? This is going to be super informal, but a really cool guy told me that if I don't have anything to write about I should ask myself questions. But then the question becomes, what questions do I ask myself that I don't already know the answer to?

This led me to the question, where have I seen God since arriving home?

For starters, it was my mom's birthday the other day. It was just the two of us, no grandparents, no siblings, just me and mom. I of coarse woke up late, stumbled out of bed, and, being the procrastinator that I am, had a few finishing touches to make on her hand-painted picture frame I had been working on (cheesy I know). After apologizing for the wait I gave her a big birthday hug and handed over the gift. She was thrilled. We spent the rest of the day waiting for Blair (my step dad) to get home from work. I kept asking her what she wanted to do with her day, and she kept telling me that it didn't matter what we were doing, she was just happy that I was home to spend the day with her. Even after Blair got home and we started watching a surf documentary from the 90's (not my mom's version of "Hey, let's watch a movie!"), all she kept saying was how happy she was that we were with her on her birthday. My mom goes through quite a lot on a day to day basis. She works multiple jobs, cooks dinner most every night, and still manages to do it all with a smile on her face. If there is one place that I can always find God, it is in her.

I am super close with my mom, not so much with my dad, so naturally I don't always share everything with him. Yesterday I drove with my dad and step mom to go see my grandpa in the hospital, and during the hour long car ride we  had time to catch up and what not. My dad asked me what I wanted to major in at school, and what I saw myself doing when I graduate. I am probably the most indecisive person you will ever meet, so he was a bit surprised when I told him I was positive I wanted to be an art teacher. He even teared up a little at the thought of me knowing what I was going to do with my life (which isn't uncommon, my dad's an emotional guy). I have never been the one to share things with my dad, and recently it has become a lot easier for me to do so. Ever since becoming closer with God, and gaining a stronger faith in him, I have been able to communicate better with my parents.

Last but not least, can I just say how great it is to be home? Sometimes days spent doing nothing are the best days and although it has been pretty boring, it has made me realize just how awesome my new friends are. I have made some pretty strong friendships at Mary Washington, and being away from them has showed me just how close we all are. It is kind of crazy how I have two lives now, and I can't wait to start sharing all of my crazy stories with my beach friends.


Virginia Beach, you really are a beautiful place, especially in the snow.