Seeing the strange in the familiar...

...and vice versa.
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I went to Nashville this past weekend. It was a total blast; I went to a formal with a neighbor from Bolivar, hung out at Belmont, went exploring, got coffee with another friend from Bolivar, saw Belmont's best of the best music showcase, and visited a church that I'm pretty sure I'll attend next semester when I get to Belmont.

I think I can honestly say I've finally come to a point where I no longer feel like I live two separate lives and I can now reconcile my two "worlds": Bolivar and Birmingham. Ironically, the latter will cease to be a world of mine in about two weeks. That's just weird to think about. In about three and a half months, I'll have a new world to reconcile with Bolivar: Nashville. That's also really weird to think about.

Four semesters left of college. Honestly, that actually doesn't feel weird to me. High school already seems like a while ago. I would say something about how close I am to being on my own out in the real world, but virtually, I already am (well, not financially, but otherwise).
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At the beginning of this semester, I was stoked about how awesome [I expected] this semester was going to be.

It's been the worst semester of my life.

but honestly, in a way,

I secretly love how it has turned out.

I've had to rely on God more than ever.

A very wise person recently told me that as I get older, I will likely find this to become even more true.

and I believe it.

and I'm okay with it.

one hundred percent.

It's a good day in the neighborhood.