The last time I wrote a substantial blog post on this blog was in the fall of 2011. I remember typing away, alone at Mom and Dad's, on the dining room table, with cover letters, resumes, and lots of scribblings about life strewn around me.
Now I'm on my bed in my Hyattsville room, so, as those of you who know what my room usually looks like know, there's a whole lot more surrounding me than life scribblings.
Since the last time I substantially blogged, I have gotten my first "real" salaried job, been laid off for the first time from my first "real" salaried job, retained a part-time hourly job from the same organization for which work is somewhat equivalent to throwing yourself in an inferno from which I have emerged stronger, more empowered, and more determined than ever before, returned to the mothership of Oberlin, OH (a whole buncha times) AND to Spain, visited NYC (a whole buncha times), Chicago, the one and only Bay Area, and Clearwater Beach, been to (sorry but it's true) four weddings and a funeral, applied to seminary, been accepted to seminary, made a whole bunch of new friends including a whole slew of people that hang out at a fun house in Hyattsville, and done my best to treasure and enrich my relationships with friends who have been there for awhile and family that remind me why I am so blessed every day.
So. I could expand more on that laundry list, or do this:
I'm committing to thirteen stories before I pack up and move to Hyde Park to begin studies at the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago sometime in mid-August. 13 for 2013, though there'll be a whole lot of 2012 in there of course. 13 stories from work in youth, family and social services, or weddings, or airports, or Spain, or a continued struggle to honor a certain pianist and his family, or...maybe even thoughts towards the future. (We'll see if those fit the bill.)
Thirteen stories in which, free of my desire to meticulously edit and re-write and think about putting forth my absolute yes-ma'm very best for seminary applications, I can just write and tell you about what I've been living for the last year and a half or so. Some of these stories you may have heard before. Some you may not have. (Yup, even you, Mom.)
Cool? Let's do it. And thank you for reading.