To begin without knowing is better than fallen expectations
I began this summer with a lot of thoughts spinning around in this head of mine. I wouldn't say I was worried, I had just decided that perhaps this wasn't going to be the best summer ever and I was okay with that. But somewhere between Atlanta, GA and Seattle, WA my entire point of view was stretched and manipulated and it left me utterly confused. Confused in a way that is refreshing like mint, or like the breeze in Oregon... light, but with substance. It's kinda like the way we somehow ended up on the other side of the US (I still have a hard time realizing that we arent just driving around in circles), I somehow ended up with something I never expected. Yeah, I'm talking about a relationship. And no, before you ask I didn't sell-out. And also No, I'm not going into drawn-out details. Not only did I end up with quite possibly the cutest guy on summer staff but I also managed to wind up on a team that is more of a unique little family than a team. God has blessed me immensely. I apologize for the lack of substance in this post but I was on a mental roll for about five minutes and The Simpsons came on. My brain is now mush. Maybe I should quit watching TV... it could kill brain cells, you never know.