Tag: friends

  • Two Weddings in One Day!

    Well, that was a first for me! I can’t remember if I was ever invited to more than one wedding in a day before or not, but this was definitely the first time they were scheduled so I could actually go to both! (Of course, I ended up missing the first ceremony, because my car was feeling cranky, but that’s beside the point.)

    It worked out nicely, as they were both out in Lancaster-ish, and scheduled so I had time to get from one to the next, though I didn’t have too long to linger at the earlier reception.

    Mr. & Mrs. Miller

    Adam and Michelle were first on the agenda! I sort of grew up with Adam, as our parents have been in the same bible study group since I was in… 2nd grade? So he was in 1st, I believe. Haven’t seen much of him lately, but our parents are good friends, and our families hung out quite a bit when we were younger. I don’t know Michelle, and missed the darn ceremony thanks to my car being a drama queen, but they looked happy and cute at the reception, so yay!

    Mr. and Mrs. Miller
    Michelle and Adam Miller
    Michelle and her Dad
    Adam and his Mom
    The adorablest cake topper!
    Mr. & Mrs. Lehman

    Next up, Sarah and Devon! Sarah is a good friend from the freshman peer group I led my sophomore year (the first of three groups I led, and by far the closest! (and dare I say… awesomest?!)) and the Collaboratory, where I also got to know Devon some, and I approve. 😛 It was a lovely wedding, gorgeous and terribly classy, yet still fun and a bit quirky! If you know these two, you’d expect nothing less. 🙂

    Exchanging rings
    ”You may kiss the bride!”
    Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Lehman
    The getaway drivers

    After the official exit, they snuck back into the church for pictures, and I decided to play photo ninja and do the same! I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way, so I went up to the balcony like a creeper. 😀 I got a lot of the same shots the photographer was going for, with a slightly different angle, and a couple awesome candid moments in between the poses.

    Pretty Sarah
    The beautiful bride
    Awww…
    Little ring bearer is not impressed with your kissyface.

    Eventually, photos were wrapping up, so rejoined the crowd heading to a nearby country club for the reception. I mostly continued to roam around taking pictures, but unfortunately, it was rather dim, and I didn’t feel like blinding everyone with my flash, so a lot of my shots were quite dark, but some turned out rather nicely!

    Pre-dinner mingling

    Soon, the wedding party arrived, dinner was served (and delicious), and then it was time for dancing!

    First dance as husband and wife
    …which concluded with a foot-poppin’ kiss!
    Daddy-daughter dance
    Mother-son dance

    The DJ then asked all the married couples to come out onto the dance floor… and gradually narrowed it down to those who had been married the longest.

    The final four

    The couple who’ve been married the longest turned out to be Sarah’s grandparents. They shared the secret to staying married so long with the newlyweds, and then the couples married longest and shortest paused for a picture together. (Ridiculously cute!)

    Then… this happenned.
    And delightfully geeky cupcakes for a pair of comp.sci. majors!

    I very much enjoyed reading the cupcakes, (decorated with mathy/computery/geeky symbols and terms!) and eating them was even better! (Dinner was fantastically delicious too!) I was less keen on the dancing and it had been a fairly long day, so I made a fairly early exit, hugged and congratulated the happy couple, and set off on the hour.5 drive home.

    Happy 0th Anniversary, Devon and Sarah!

  • 134 TweetUp, Take 2!

    On the Monday the 9th, they announced the new launch date would be Monday the 16th, around 3 in the afternoon. Daddy said he had to help the sistercreature move home from school right around then, so wouldn’t be able to go. (Somebody got their priorities on wrong! 😛 )

    I still wanted to drive back down so I’d be able to get around without begging my aunt/uncle or the tweeps for rides, but the parents were none too keen on me roadtripping with other tweeps, (even though I had been talking to them for ages, spent a few days with them in person now, and everyone had to pass a Federal Government background check to get into the tweetup!) and even less amenable to me driving alone, and no friends from home were available for a random vacation that week, so I talked my aunt into letting me borrow their extra minivan once I got down there, and started scrounging for cheap flights.
    "Baby Party" Invitation

    The plan was to fly down either Sunday evening (or super early Monday morning if it was significantly cheaper), since I’d been co-planning a “baby party” for Rachel and Elliott, to be held Sunday right after church, so wanted to stick around for that. (You’re not hallucinating, the last post did say I rushed home from the first one for Rachel’s baby shower, and now I’m talking about another one… sort of. That was a small family-and-close-friends sort of shower, this one was a bigger church-wide celebration for almostMama AND futureDad.)

    This is the invitation I drew (pretty adorable, if I do say so myself!), which we snuck into church bulletins on a Sunday we knew they wouldn’t be there:

    Conflict! D=

    Then, we tweeps were informed that we might be able to have another shot at seeing the RSS retraction (well, re-retraction!)… which was scheduled for noonish the day before launch – AKA, exactly when the party was happening! The real trick was “might”. Being there for RSS retraction and getting to be that close to a shuttle on the launch pad would be an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if it turned out we could, especially since there will literally only be one other space shuttle on a launch pad ever again… but did I want to miss a party I helped plan for my best friends for a maybe? A long-shot, even? Dilemma! (And we didn’t even know when we would find out if we could go, to at least decide if I could wait to find out before finalizing plans!)

    The more I thought about it, the more I was leaning towards taking the chance that the maybe would pan out, skipping out on the party to get to Florida in time to make the RSS retraction if we were allowed to go. I mean, logically, seeing RSS retraction up close and unobstructed would be a literal once in a lifetime opportunity, while baby showers are clearly not, and in this case, not even limited to once for this baby! And I did technically fly a thousand miles to make it to that one…

    Besides, Rachel is almost as excited about all my crazy NASAtweetup adventures as I am!

    BABY SHOWER vs. SPACESHIP

    Ultimately, no matter how awesome the friends and anti-cheese the shower, that right there should have made it a no-brainer. But, after all, I am the master of making simple decisions way more epic and convoluted than they have any right to be… and then the maybe did solidify into a yes, I saw a picture from a previous tweet-up of how close we would actually be, and I was sold. I found a super cheap flight on Spirit airlines for early Sunday morning, arranged a ride straight from the airport to Kennedy, and told my fellow party planners I wasn’t actually going to be present at said party.

    Meanwhile, it occurred to me that I was going to get a new camera. Not so much a decision as a realization – I’d wanted a nice digital SLR for a couple years, but my inner cheapskate would always slap me upside the head, point at the price tag, point at my bank account, and laugh. “Someday…” I’d think, wistfully. And then, an epiphany of sorts:

    If you are EVER going to spend THAT much money on a camera,
    it BETTER happen in time to take some pictures of that frakking space shuttle.

    Instinct had always said wait until I was a “grown up” with an income I could actually survive off of outside my parents house… but honestly, the value of a camera is not in the camera, it’s in the pictures. What makes it worth the money is how you use it, and I did want to get a nice camera eventually, so in a sense, I would be being a bad steward of the hypothetical future camera if I missed my chance to photograph one of the last space shuttle launches and a ton of other cool stuff, just because I waited too long to buy the camera.

    I thought about going with one of those in-between sort of cameras, with a decent optical zoom and more manual functions than a point-and-shoot, but without interchangeable lenses, but then my mom agreed to chip in a couple hundred bucks as my slightly-early birthday present, so entry-level legit dSLRs were a bit more doable. So I perused the interwebs a bit, asked twitterfolk for their opinions, and ran around to every store I thought might have a decent camera trying to figure out which to get. It would have been nice to get another Canon, so I could use the lenses on my film camera too, but I was ultimately wooed by the Nikon D3100 (plus 55-200mm lens for some nice zoom), which seemed like a better camera than the Canons in the same range – and then was on sale at Best Buy for a hundred dollars less than that!

    And then there was panic.

    Spirit Airlines is cheap, in every sense of the word. The ticket price is very reasonable, comparatively, but/because they charge you extra for everything other than getting your arse from Point A to Point B. For a hopefully 2 day trip, with access to a washer dryer if needed, I didn’t need a lot of stuff, and Spirit wanted at least $28 for even a carry-on, so I figured I’d try to avoid that, and just cram everything in my purse, but I needed to clarify that I could have both my rather large purse and camera bag without paying anything. Spirit’s website was not helpful, so I tried calling them, which was less helpful. (Automated menu was broken, no matter which button you pushed, when you finally got a human, it seemed to be the same guy who barely spoke English and couldn’t understand my question!)

    So I turned to the rest of the internet… which just made it worse. Not only could I not find an answer to my question, I could not find a single positive review of Spirit Airlines. Besides complaints about nickel-and-dimeing, which I was okay with because the total still ended up cheaper than any other ticket, last minute anyway, there were horror stories about planes getting delayed for days because of weather or mechanical problems and Spirit refusing to put passengers on alternate flights or refund/compensate or do anything to help, cabins being horrendously dirty, seats being even more crammed and uncomfortable than usual, and the staff being generally unpleasant.

    Also, in the midst of this, I discovered I didn’t know where my drivers license was, which I’d need both to get on the plane at all, and to get into KSC. Spent the better part of the day before I’d leave looking for it, getting yelled at for not having it with me at all times (it’s not like I need to see it regularly, so I just hadn’t noticed it wasn’t in my bag), trying to pack, and generally freaking out. Eventually my dad found it under a seat in my car, where I had looked, but apparently not well enough.

    Getting there: AKA, more panic.

    The flight was to leave at 6am, from the Atlantic City airport, so I figured we should leave around 3am to have time to get there and get through the airport… and since I rarely get to sleep before then, just didn’t plan to. That evening, I went over to church to help set up for the baby party I wouldn’t be at, and then came home to finish packing (and conceded to maybe having to pay for a carry-on backpack, if they wouldn’t count that as the personal item in addition to purse and camera bag… the rules were really confusing!)

    I knew I had told my dad when and where I had to leave from, so when I went to wake him up and he said we didn’t have to leave for an hour yet, I figured he knew what he was talking about… but when we were getting in the car close to 4:30 and I asked him if he knew how to get there or needed the GPS, and he looked at me like I was a moron, I realized he thought I meant Philly, and had forgotten the flight was from AC, and I had been right with my original time estimate, so now it was going to be a miracle if we got there before the plane left at all.

    Thankfully, traffic at that hour is pretty non-existant, the airport was slightly closer than Dad thought (he was thinking of a different one another side of the city, apparently), and I was able to call the airport itself, who had no way of getting in touch with the Spirit people at the gate (???) but did assure me our ETA would leave me enough time to get through security and to the plane in time, which I did. *phew*

    Spirit’s lines were confusing as crap, and the lady directing traffic was bitchy and condescending about it, but I had ditched even more of my stuff in the car so I could get through faster, so with just the purse full of clothes and camera bag, 1 Days to LaunchI got through security pretty quickly, and ran frantically through the airport, only to discover there was still a frakking line at the gate! >.<

    The plane wasn’t nice, by any stretch, but it wasn’t disgusting or noticeably more uncomfortable than other coach seats, and did manage to leave on time and arrive in Orlando in one piece and on schedule. My ride’s flight was not, and rental car confusion added further delays, so I had a nice long while to sit in the parking garage waiting to leave, but we still made it to KSC and the press site a few minutes before we needed to be on the bus to the launch pad!

  • Intermission

    This post may make more sense if you read the #NASAtweetup posts first. (Part 1 & Part 2)

    So launch was delayed until Monday at the earliest, and the tweeps were all scrambling to see if they could stay. For most folks, it was a matter of seeing if they could get another day or two off work and rearranging flight/hotel reservations to accommodate a few extra days on the space coast to see the launch.

    For me, however, there was no question of if I could/would stay to see the launch. There is absolutely no way I’m missing a chance to see the space shuttle launch from this amazingly close! With a portable job and relatives to crash with, I’d stay til Christmas if I had to.

    No, the question was, “Hmm… not launching til at least Monday, eh? Well, it’s Friday, and I’d like to be in Philly for Saturday afternoon… that’s enough time to fly home and back, right?”

    Yep, you heard me.

    Remember what I said about not having a reasonable bone in my body?

    See, my dear friend Rachel is having a baby, and her surprise baby shower was Saturday. I wasn’t expecting to be able to be there, once the tweetup date had been moved from mid-April to the end, since the launch was supposed to be Friday afternoon, and with a couple gazillion people there, traffic would be all sorts of impossible getting out of the area afterward… and since we drove down, there literally wouldn’t be enough hours between when we could leave and when the shower would start, even if we drove straight through…

    But with the delay, it occurred to me that this trip really hadn’t cost me much, so I had just enough time and money to fly home for the shower and fly back for the launch, and drive home with Daddy as planned.

    He, of course, thought I was insane. But when I get an idea in my head, it’s hard to stop me, and I had decided I wanted to go to Rachel’s baby shower!

    Surprise!

    I found a reasonably-priced flight for Saturday morning that would get me back just in time, and my mom volunteered to pick me up at the airport. It was pretty funny, because I talked to Rachel via email Friday night, so she knew about the delay and that I was still in Florida… then.

    So when I turned up in her house the next day, she was pretty surprised! ^_^

    It was kind of epic, and just as well that I came home for it, because now it sounds like it’s going to be a little while before the next launch attempt. They’re not setting a new date yet (until they make sure the part they’re replacing fixes the problem, I guess), but not before the 8th, they say, so Dad’s driving home, and once we get a date, we’ll see if he can go back, and if not, I’ll find a flight back! One way or another, I will see Endeavour fly!

  • Huh.

    Ran into an old friend today.

    I mean, I guess that’s what I’d call him, an old friend… don’t know, really. He is. Feels like there is/was more to it than that, but we never actually dated or anything, so I don’t quite know what.

    See, we were good friends in high school…

    We had this big group of friends… lots of sillyness… it was pretty great, actually. Anyways, this friend. There was a time when I liked him. Like, liked him liked him. I told him so, toward the end of my 10th grade year. He said it was mutual, but [wishy-washy-sounding explanations] he wasn’t going to “ask me out” right then. A few weeks later I saw him kissing a friend of mine, took that as a “no,” was briefly heartbroken, and got over it and him.

    We continued to be friends, but he and most of our friends were a year ahead of me, so when they all graduated and went off in various directions for school, the group pretty much dissolved. Fast forward to middle of my junior year of college, and I see a once-familiar screenname pop up on my Instant Messenger. Don’t think I’d seen or heard from the guy in probably three years. I say “hey,” we catch up a bit, hang out with other folks a few times when I’m home for Christmas. Seems like old times. Then one night we’re sitting around watching Star Trek, and suddenly he’s kissing me.

    Looking back, yes, there were signs I should have seen. But I a) had never dated or as far as I knew had anyone interested in me so had nothing to compare to, b) had written off any vague maybe-hints as a result of the aforementioned events in high school, and c) am oblivious by nature and fantastically bad at reading people. So I didn’t get the memo… until he was on my face.

    And I was like, “WHAT. THE. ISGOINGON?” And there was a conversation (of sorts)… and it was awkward. And largely incoherent, as I recall. I babbled extensively. Couldn’t think in a straight line. Brain-to-mouth filter was totally busted, and neither was making any sense. I was totally caught off guard. Flattered. Angry. (NOW? FIVE YEARS after I had told him how I felt?) I rambled, muttered, babbled some more, he said things, (including “I think I love you,” which I think could have been timed better and, when said, probably could have done without the first two words…) Eventually I managed something resembling “I need to think about this and talk to you later,” and “I should go home now” which came out as a question.

    I called him a few days later, once I was back at school, still lacking any sort of clarity or the ability to use words properly. There was babbling again, to the effect of “This can’t work, we don’t make sense, brussels sprouts, maybe we can be friends?” and I promptly ceased to exist. (I’m really good at that, turns out… but that’s a-whole-nother story for a-whole-nother day.) I didn’t have feelings for him, I didn’t not have feelings for him. I had just turned off the part of me that even considered him in a way that involved feelings! We were just getting to know each other again… Maybe I would have started considering one way or the other again, given time, but this just short-circuited that whole process (and heck, my brain) so we’ll never know. I didn’t know how to deal with it, so I just… didn’t. I felt bad about that part… I thought about him the other morning, maybe I’d write him an apology note and drop it in his mailbox one day, but wasn’t sure if he was still living at home, or if that would be weird…

    Worked at Borders today, in the cafe for the first time in months. (There was chaos unrelated to that gap, so started off stressful but got back into the swing of things pretty quickly and enjoyed the shift.) Afterwards, I was talking to a friend, wanted to say hi to another, and needed to sort out scheduley things with the manager, so I was kind of wandering around the store… thought I saw a familiar form back in the sci-fi section… walked back that way… guess who?

    We talked. Like people. Real live human beings with language capabilities. Like adults even.

    We did the standard obligatory 3 minute catch-up. Mused at living back home, non-forever-but-enjoyable jobs, and school loans being icky. A moment of nostalgia for the old group and a bit of hindsight analysis of its demise. He said he thought about me the other day, because he was listening to Switchfoot. (I was all about Switchfoot in high school.) I said I had thought about him just the other day too, the disappearing and all… I did apologize. (And decided, too late, that it was weird.)

    As we parted ways, I said, “Good to see you,” and meant it. He said, “You can message me,” and I don’t know what he meant. The whole conversation was… nice. friendly. Awkward, but familiar. No feelings, I don’t secretly wish I had accepted his unwieldy advances, but I do miss him sometimes… In a strictly platonic, if-only-we-had-the-social/emotional-wherewithal-to-deal-with-our-shit sort of way.

    Huh.

  • What's your favorite color that's not a color?

    So we’re gonna go around the circle and introduce ourselves. Everybody tell us your name, where you’re from, where you go to school, for what, and what year you are, or where you work and what your job is, and…

    Everybody needs a good icebreaker.

    Between college, church-related activities, and [what I can only describe as the retarded hybrid test-tube baby of spontaneity, whimsy, the inability to say ‘no’, and an awkward introvert’s varied attempts to be social], I have found myself in more of these self-interrogation circles than I ever would have imagined, much less could possibly count.

    The questions asked are remarkably predictable (and alliterative):

    • Who: Your name, of course.
    • What: do you do? Job and/or major.
    • Where: are you from, or where do you work/go to school.
    • When: How long have you been doing whatever it is you do?/What year in school are you?
    • and finally, Wildcard: You thought I was going to say “Why”, didn’t you? WRONG.

      • (One of those Ws may be omitted, especially if answers are expected to be similar.)

    Who makes sense. Names are helpful. What/where/when are smalltalk standards, good to get out early, as a function of our culture more-so than actually being relevant to substantive conversation. The Wildcard question is where things get interesting.

    The Wildcard is, as you might guess, at the discretion of the group leader or organizer. They might go for profound (ie: most memorable something-or-other), immediate (ie: highs & lows of the past week), or just silly (ie: favorite breakfast cereal). The more groups you do this with, the more they get redundant, so you try to think of new and interesting questions.

    A few years ago, I found myself in one of those recurring events for which the group varies so we were used to doing the go-round each time for the benefit of new members, but on this particular occasion, it was a smallish group and we all knew each other, at least as far as the standard Ws went, so the group leader posed what might be considered the ultimate icebreaker: Come up with an icebreaker. We each thought of a question, and everyone answered each. Some were goofy, some forgettable, some awkward. Mine quickly became my favorite thing to ask people. 🙂

    What’s your favorite color that’s not a color?

    I couldn’t explain it well enough, so the lousy approximation that came out of my mouth was as much riddle as inquiry. It became as much about trying to see who understood my brain to “get it right” as people actually sharing their favorites, and after a few attempts at explaining it, my friend Elliott seems to be convinced that the question is entirely subjective and dependent on my brain, Jeff thinks we should put it to a vote, and only a few people seem to be catching the general drift of the question’s intent. (I think Rachel knows what I mean.) So it’s time to try to put this into words that are valid outside my brain.

    “What’s your favorite color?” is a common enough question, and while interesting, and I love colors, the vocabulary that answers that question is so limited. “Blue”, “red”, “orange”, even “teal” are so vague, and tell me so little about what a person is actually liking.

    Even more specific color names like “sky blue” or “brick red” describe only the hue and maybe shade of the color at best. But they’re really just largely-arbitrary labels assigned to a generally-accepted range of wavelengths in the visible spectrum. A sky blue car looks very different than a sky blue t-shirt, and neither actually looks the same as a sky blue sky. Color needs context.

    What I’m interested in is not the label attached to the range of hues you usually prefer, but the whole and specific swatch of reality you find most visually appealing. It’s not cobalt blue, but cobalt blue glass… not brown, but the last half-inch of black coffee in a white mug… not just orange, or even soft orange, but Jim’s orange sweater. Big threatening clouds just before a sudden storm. That red plastic water bottle. Antique silver dinnerware. Polished mahogany. Even more complex things that don’t fit into traditional color names, like “Oil slick in the parking lot” or “the tv screen when it’s off” or Royal Stewart Tartan.

    There’s depth to it. Texture. The way the light plays with a surface. It’s specific, so that assuming you seen it before too, you instantly know what the person is referring to, and don’t have to wonder “this part? or that one?” (Not just trees, even a certain tree, but the bark, or birch bark, or pine needles, or looking out over a valley of autumn leaves just before sunset. It brings to mind a certain mental picture that you can say, “Yep, that’s my favorite,” and when someone else hears it, they picture essentially the same thing and can say, “Ah, that’s their favorite.”

    Blue corn tortilla chips. Copper (not merely “copper colored” but copper metal, like a brand new penny). #FF00FF on your computer screen (I have yet to see that one exist in nature). That greenish edge on a glass table. Orange juice. Tail lights. Blacklight. Black cat fur. Bluejeans. Blue raspberry Jolly Ranchers. Gold star stickers. Red rose petals. Beets.

    Get the gist? I think I can rephrase the question better now. How about:

    What’s your favorite [specific visual stimulus] that isn’t [an arbitrary label for a range of light wavelengths]?

    Or better yet:

    What’s your favorite color? Answer with a noun.

  • My life happens in approximately 3‑month chunks.

    Ah, at last, I’m down to just 2 jobs again. The contract at Job #3 ended a little earlier than expected. It was supposed to last 3 months, then I could potentially be hired permanently, or it could be extended, or it could just be done. Since I held onto Jobs #1 and #2 all this time, and the three altogether didn’t leave much time for anything else, all I really wanted was a decision, and thankfully, that’s what I got.

    On one hand it’s obviously disappointing not to come out of it with a permanent full-time job with benefits, decent money, and friendly coworkers, but on the other, it’s quite nice not to have to drive an hour each way to do a pretty mundane job (the work wasn’t bad, but not something I wanted to do for too long), and finally have time to focus on the other jobs, catch up with friends and tv shows, and still have time to sleep. So all said and done, it averages out to indifference, roughly.

  • 2011, Day 2

    2011 has, thus far, continued its trend of not completely sucking. And I am [technically] keeping up with my tentative resolution to blog every day, and thus the actual resolution to blog semi-regularly.

    Small victory. \o/

    Church was interesting today… they finally announced that a fairly significant* change is about to start happening. The possibility has been brewing, officially-though-quietly, for a couple years now. I smelled it coming a good deal sooner than that, but didn’t realize it at the time. What is actually going to happen is yet to be determined, but things are officially set in motion now… so it will be interesting* to see what goes down in the coming months.

    Entirely unrelatedly, I went to a wedding a few days ago. On Wednesday. It was a decidedly odd time for a wedding, and slightly inconvenient, being smack in the middle of the holiday week (though not according to Job #3…), but was a lovely celebration and a good excuse to take a couple days off and actually have a little time to enjoy the holidays. Initially, I thought it was far enough away that I’d have to spend the night somewhere, so I requested Thursday off too, and then it turned out it was close enough that it was easier to just drive home afterwards, so I had a legit day off on Thursday, and Friday was the official holiday for New Years, so between those and the weekend I had a nice little mini-break. (Of course, I worked at Job #1 yesterday and scattered hours for Job #2 throughout, so I wasn’t totally free, but at least I got to catch up on sleep a bit.)

    Back to the normal unpleasant schedule tomorrow, bright-and-way-too-early.

    * Understatement.

  • Settling in…

    …to a new phase of life, in a few ways.

    • Settling in to life as a graduate and some new jobbage. That’s right, world, I’m employed. I was a student, now I’m a bookseller/barista. Thrilling, right?
    • Settling in back home. After 4 years of dealing with roommates of various types/levels of crazy, but being mostly in charge of my own living, I am now once again in my parents’ house, but with my own space. An interesting trade-off.
    • Settling in back at my home church. Couldn’t be very involved for the last few years, since I was gone most of the year, particularly the parts of the year when most things happenned, but I did connect with a lovely housechurch out at school. Now that I’m back in the area for the forseeable future, I’m able to finally get involved again.
    • Settling into great friendships. There’s a lot of overlap here with the last one, as I’m making a bunch of new friends through various church adventures, getting to know others better, and reconnecting with some old friends (both church friends and friends/acquaintances from highschool and such). Also making new friends at work!
    • Settling in to new perspectives and deeper faith. More on that later! For now, goodnight!

    And accordingly, settling in to a new blog. 😀