Week number one.

Right now, a week ago, I was sound asleep at Adam Roth's house in Goshen with my mom.
Many things have changed since then.
To make a long story short: my mom flew into South Bend on Wednesday of last week and left with me back to Portland on Friday morning. We were in Portland by 11:00 AM (our time) to be back in time for Katie's parade in Keizer on Saturday morning. Since then, it has been a whirlwind.

Being home is great and odd and uncomfortable all at the same time. I really enjoy Oregon and tend to miss the atmosphere here a lot while I'm in Indiana, when I'm not caught up in the extreme beauty of the midwest (which is usually all the time). But I don't know; there's also something about this place that really makes me want to get back to Goshen. Being so far away from home all the time really has made me appreciate location and living life in the present moment, not thinking about what you could or should or might have otherwise. When I'm here, I lose my sense of time. Clocks don't matter because the set time on my computer screen it set to east coast time. I'm constantly thinking of what I would be doing if I was in that time zone instead. Driving is free and open and endless, until it gets familiar again. I always think I'm going to forget how to drive places or which highways to take to certain places, but no. Everything comes back so quickly it's almost weird. Up until yesterday, all of my suitcases were exploding with clothes in the middle of my room and I couldn't even walk to my bed. I literally had to jump. And, for a girl that's only 5'2", that's...a sight to see. I put all my clothes away, got rid of all the old ones I left here, and cleaned. It was almost like I was erasing my old life and moving in my new one. That's the truth, too. It sounds just as weird to me as it might to you, but it's refreshing.

It's been raining here ever since I've been home, which has kinda put a downer on my attitude about not being around Goshen people. But it has allowed for some excellent down time and reflection. I haven't written any letters yet but will soon get into that habit, along with practicing also. I've played my piano a lot since I moved back in, just not my Beethoven concerto. Whoops. Good thing I have motivation to do that though, since I'm going back to Goshen in a few weeks for the piano workshop. Music breathes life into me. It's the breath of God telling me not to lose hope on my emotions and thoughts; almost like the motivation I have to blog about whatever's on my mind at the time, you know? He's saying, "Talk to me. I already know what's going on in your head and your life, but you need to let it out. So go. I gave you a talent and a piano. Use it."
So I do.

It's very quiet here. Just...still. My life was so hectic and busy and moving and completely active at Goshen and here...it's weird...it just kinda paused. But it's good and I love it. And I don't think I would want it any other way. Oregon is home, but Indiana is my place in the world. Who would have thought? Ha.

This weekend, I'm continuing to work (Old Navy) and do random, spontaneous activities with friends and family. After I post this, I'm writing a letter because I have way too much energy to be awake right now. Oh well.


I am safe and I am sound.