Chicago. And little sleep. And lots of fun.

Today was the first day I saw my college campus. I start there in two days.

It's pretty freaking awesome. I met my RA, and moved my stuff into the dorm about two days early. So, that's pretty sweet, and then, I got to chill with Jon and Ken all day. Right now, I am actually sitting in a bed, in the Garda's basement typing this. I don't know how I feel about basements yet, but I will say this is probably the coolest place I have seen in a long time. There is a museum of old Macs, and an iMac sitting not ten feet from me.

I think I am going to make it here. Actually, I little more than make it. I will create the network of friends at school, which is necessary, but then, I am going to be involved in a much bigger and diverse network: aboveground. The college ministry that Ken heads up and Jon does music for.

And then of course, there is the city. I didn't see much of it today, but tomorrow, I get to go to a Sox's game, and Ikea, and see the sights. Some of them. It's gonna be pretty sweet. Anyways, I hope that the wide world out there is linking up to this URL, because right here is where it is going to be happening. I'll let you all know just when the rocking starts: and it's now.

I was going to write something inspirational and/or challenging, but then I decided not too. Don't ever waste too much time planning out your life, and then not live it. I have decided to live. Hope to see you on the other side of the wasteland.

The Family Room Tornado

My room is desolate. But there is good news. The family room is a disaster area; FEMA is being called in. All my stuff, from books to hammocks are strewn about; flung at random, a part of the hodge-podge that is my packing.

Four days. Four more days! And then, Chicago, here I am.

"And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." - The Great Gatsby.

Guess what? It's time to get out of the freaking boat and walk. The past is the done, the present fleeting, and the future unwritten - learn, grow, live, prepare, face.


Step into the sunlight, and see Lemon explode.

Boxes anyone?

Alright. So. I am packing up my room, and I think it's finally hitting me.

I will not have a "home" for the next number of years. Sure, I can come to my parent's house, but I don't have a room - this is not my home. My next "home" will be the one my kids will grow up in, the one with my wife, the one I build. And that's a scary thought.

What's even worse is that I will not be able to take all my books. This is sadness.

Seven Days.

So, God created the universe in the amount of time that I have left in Central Florida, and I am beginning to feel the affects. Someone I know once said that she wanted to go to college with no regrets. I say, "What's wrong with regrets?" Just as long as you learn from them. One week. Is there anything left to say? Is there anything left to do? Is there anything left?

Time is either the predator or the companion. It really depends on what you do with your time. Ironically, I don't have the time to decide what time is to me. Sometimes, we must act instinctively. My instincts tell me to cut the cancer out. But the cancer has made me who I am. So I leave with no regrets. In learning, in becoming who I am, I have tamed regret, fear, despair, bitterness and hatred. But in grace, not in cleverness, have I done this. You could say that it wasn't me.

Anyways, enough ramblings. One week. I have to pack up everything, find everything and then go. Not necessarily in that order. Seven days, kiddos. Listen closely.

Do you hear time creeping up on you?

The days and hours are numbered...

Alright, I just finished my final Friday night at Steak 'n Shake. It's almost eight am now, and I am not that tired, so I decided to write about my experience at SNS. It has been fun. I will miss the people, but not necessarily the job. And I am transferring, albeit, I am cutting my hours, and it's a new store, new district, new everything - so will it be different? I have no idea.

Only three more shift left at SNS here at home. Oh well, all good, and bad, things must end. Once again, here's to the future, the past, the present, and everything in between. Peace out, and later day, kids.

PHOTO!!!

I am confused about this photo thing. Arg. Stupid technology. I think I have finally figured it out.

Blogging the Beginning

Alright. One dozen days till I gone from this Central Florida. Another adventure awaits, for which I am both scared and excited. I thought that I would begin blogging my college experience for those of you who wanted to keep updated and in touch, although I will admit, I have no idea what this is going to look like yet. I guess we both will see.

Things to do: (1) finish packing and boxing up all my stuff, (Kind of funny, not really going to have a home again until I have a home of my own.) (2) finish up this blog, (3) finish up letter.

Anyways, right now, after having just woken up and created a blog and update my Mac, I do have to have breakfast and take a shower. Later days, kids.