On March 2nd, 2011 I embarked on a journey of sorts.  I hugged my parents goodbye, drove to Nashville, then to Oklahoma City, then to Albuquerque, then to Flagstaff, then to the Grand Canyon before finally arriving in my new home of Huntington Beach, California.  Once there, I spent about 3 weeks crashing on a friend’s couch, planning the summer of a lifetime, site seeing, learning how to play beach volleyball, and getting sun-burned like crazy.  

My 6 months in California were life-changing, fruit-producing and joy-bringing.  It’s hard to believe it has been a year since I left (and then came back.)  It really makes me appreciate how quickly a year can pass.  I miss the extremely unique feeling of living in one of the most densely populated places in the world, and yet knowing no more than 15-20 people.  That was such a full time in life.

Someday soon, I will start writing again.  First, I want to learn to write out of my heart and not out of a need to say something.  My heart has a lot to say, and I don’t want pride to get in the way.

Sometimes, life really is this simple: Jesus knows me inside out, and He loves me.

No fear or anxiety or striving to perform or people pleasing inside of that.

Short and sweet: I survived my first LA freeway today. Oh, and my first fish taco. Oh, and I saw the sun rise over the Grand Canyon.

But enough about me, how was your day?

Seriously though, it’s amore. Everyone should have the experience of riding into SoCal on I-40 at least once in their life.