Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Perseverance & Prayer

I realize that my blogs have slowed down quite a bit and I still haven´t blogged about Italy yet & honestly I probably won´t but something really cool just happened that I thought was worth sharing.

I don´t think that it´s a secret to anyone that I´m ready to come home. This semester I´ve been a part of a small group and have shared my struggle with wanting to be home with them. Last night I was asking God for some much needed help because I knew that I couldn´t do this on my own but I just wished that I had someone to pray with me to help me finish strong.

So this morning I got up and headed to school to take my test. Close to the same test I failed at the beginning of my time here. I made it through the test and while I know that I missed some points, I know I didn´t come close to failing.
After my test I came to the computer lab area where some of my friends were studying for tests that they had when a couple girls from my small group called me over to them. They handed me a huge bar of chocolate and a stack of little papers stapled together. Kelly explained to me that there was a square of chocolate for each day I had left here as well as a bible verse for each day. And not only that each day one of the girls was going to be praying for me.

And I bet you can guess what happened next. The tears began to flow. Not only did I get to see how my perseverance with school paid off but to have my prayer answered so quickly and so directly is a feeling that I just can´t explain yet. 

 I am so loved & so thankful for it.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Half-way Point

February 22nd was the last time I blogged & I feel like so much has happened between then and now!

After I got back from Toledo I'm assuming that I just spent the time around the city anxiously awaiting the arrival of my family... which thanks to the lovely Midwestern weather happened a day later than it was supposed to. Finding out that they were coming a day late, & potentially that they might not make it at all was a tough pill for me to swallow  But, after a small bit of freaking out on my part they arrived a day late and all was well. 

They arrived on Thursday. I was able to use public transportation for the first time and meet my family at the airport. I was so excited to see them!! And yes, of course I cried. We took a taxi back to the hotel, got some lunch, and then they took a nap because they were exhausted from all of their traveling. After their nap we headed to the city to shop a little bit but little did I know it was some sort of holiday so most of the shops were closed. So we went to Starbucks and then we headed to a restaurant where we could eat dinner and watch flamenco. They really enjoyed it so I'm glad I got to take them. We didn't get home until about 11 and then headed to bed. 

Friday morning we slept in, and by slept in I mean that grandma slept until 1 PM, safe to say traveling got the best of her and the rest of the family. I treated them to a local restaurant for lunch and then we did some shopping, I think, my days are starting to run together. We shopped for a bit, and then headed to the Setas (the waffle buildings) to look at the city. We then headed to dinner and then got some ice cream on the way home. 

Saturday we got out of bed and had some dunkin dounuts and then took a bus tour around the city. I really liked the tour because it was a nice way for the fam to see the city without having to walk everywhere. After that we got a little snack and then I'm not sure what we did. We ended up going to a Mexican restaurant for dinner just because I knew where is was and what to order. 

Sunday we toured the city some more and then went to look at the cathedral. (The largest GOTHIC cathedral in the world, 3rd largest cathedral in the world). I had already been through once but it was fun to go through again with my family. For supper I had the pleasure of taking my family to eat at Isabel's. And boy did she roll out the red carpet for us. She cooked, and baked, and had everything laid out all nicely. She is always so gracious and kind and I'm thankful that most of my family got to meet her. If I end up half as compassionate as Isabel, I'd say I'd be just fine.

Monday I got up and went to school & then the family met me after. We went to lunch and then rested after, we were all starting to feel our busy weekend. We then headed back into the city to do some last minute shopping & then they got to watch my flamenco class. After that we went for some pizza and then headed back to the hotel to pack up. 

To this point in my blog I feel like it was boring and just the details of what we had done. Here's where it gets a little more heart felt. After we got the packing done, I was going to head to bed and my mom sister & I just chatted it up. I missed them ALL so much it was so nice to just spend time with them. It didn't matter what we were doing I was just so happy to have them here. 

Tuesday morning we got up EARLY and headed to the airport. Poor sissy woke up sick to her stomach and I was really worried about it & also there was a huge snow storm coming. But thankfully they all made it home safe & mostly healthy & on time. 

I think the main reasons I was so happy to see them, besides the fact that they are my family, it was just SO nice to see people I knew who spoke my language who I could just be myself around.  A lot of the time I have these really deep thoughts that I'm like oh I'm so gonna blog about that but then I never do, but I'll leave it at this... It's a lot harder being so far away from my friends and family. I feel like it's taken a toll on my relationships, and by toll I mean that it has stretched them & added another level of difficulty to them. My mom shared with me this thought this past weekend... People's lives at home are still going on just the same where mine is drastically different. I'm the one who is treading water just as fast as I can, where as life is going on completely normal. It's been hard to figure out the balance and relax and just accept life as it comes to me.

I'm half way done with my time here is Sevilla. Two months from RIGHT now I'll be on my way home. On one hand I think it will fly by, but then on the other, heavier hand, it feels like it's going to take 6 more years. I have some pretty exciting trips coming up so I think that those will help the time pass. Two weeks from today I'll be in Italy for a week and then in a little over 4 weeks I head to Paris for a few days. Hopefully after that I'll be able to make a trip or two to the beach as well. My skin is just a little tooo pasty for my liking haha.

One of the students in my group has asked me a few times why I'm here. At first it kinda bothered me, I mean I'm here learning Spanish just like every one else was my initial thought.. but in all honesty I'm still trying to figure out why the heck I'm here. I think my best answer at this point is this: I've felt a tug on my heart for a while to get out of Huntington, and I don't think it was by mistake that everything fell into place for me to be here: how the class schedule fell where I only needed one class for my major this semester, losing my passport- not once but twice, a last minute loan scare. I really didn't put much thought into leaving as the days leading up to me leading got closer. I just knew it was all going to be taken care of and that I was in more than good hands. Obviously I'm alluding to God in all of this, but what's funny is that I didn't even realize it until about a week into being here that this was all part of His plan. Silly, silly me. So on days when I'm really resisting being here, wondering why the heck I'm here, and missing everyone and everything at home, I can and continue to rest assured that it's all part of a plan much greater and more magnificent than I could every imagine. Some days it's easier to convince myself of that than others, but I'm getting there.

I think it was my sophomore year of high school, the ever famous Kent Yost MADE ME memorize this verse (I mean the nerve of some people really... hehe :) "Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6. Maybe this isn't the right context for this verse, I'm not a bible major after all, but how comforting to know God's got it. Now it's time to just sit back, try my hardest to let go of the control (thanks Cathy haha), and enjoy the ride.

I have a test this week followed by a trip to a neighboring city. Thanks again for your continued support and kind words! They mean more than you know!

Miss you all!


Friday, February 22, 2013


Yesterday marked the official one month of being in Spain! Looking back it feels like I've been here forever, but at the same time it's flyin' by! 

When I left off last week I was fighting a nasty cold so last weekend didn't consist of too much. Friday night I walked around the city with some friends & got yogurt and then just came home and went to bed. Saturday   I went and toured the palace in town with some friends and then later that night went to a bar to watch some Flamenco but the place was packed so a big group of people from our group sat outside in what is kind of the town center and bonded for a few hours which was really nice. Sunday I woke up to go to church but had no voice and didn't feel so hot so I slept in for a little bit and then met up with some friends to finish planning our Italy trip!!! I finished out the weekend by catching up with some Pastor Kieth aka Batman sermons, working on some homework, and looking into planning a trip to either Paris or London. Prettyyyy relaxing!

Monday it was back to the daily grind of class, nap time, planning trips, flamenco class, and planning a trip some more. Tuesday followed about that same pattern except for instead of flamenco class, we made hand painted Spanish fans... I'm SURE mine will be selling for 209834958349850 Euros by the end of the week! (haha). OH YA! AND!!!! I booked a flight to Paris for a long weekend with two of my friends! Wednesday I went to class, had some lunch, went to a cafe with some friends, watched a movie at one of our apartments together, went to our chapel-like service and then I met with my intercombio. My intercombio took me to this little restaurant that had a GREAT deal she said. When it came to our table it was two plates. One that looked like bacon that hadn't been cooked and the other was a plate of shrimp. The whole shrimp. Eyes and everything. For those of you who don't know, I am my father's daughter when it comes to food. I eat the same thing over and over and over again and rarely try something knew. My intercombio, Carmen, suddenly felt bad because she didn't even ask me if I liked these things. I told her, "No pasa nada," (its not a big deal). And copied how she ate the food. It was surprisingly not so bad, shrimp and all. I didn't get home until about 11:30 PM, which normally wouldn't be a big deal expect for I had to still shower and be up at 5 AM to leave to an overnight class trip. I took the shower, which ran completely out of hot water with half a bottle of conditioner in my hair, and then laid in bed WIDE AWAKE until about 4:30... so that was fun.

My roommate and I then got up at 5, managed to get ourselves together and headed to meet the rest of out group to board the bus and head 6 hours north-ish to Toledo. Even though I took Dramamine I still struggled with motion sickness but thankfully I slept most of the way and it wasn't too much of an issue. First we stopped at wind meals that had something to do with Don Quixote. Then, we arrived at our hotel, checked into our rooms, and headed out into the city. Thursday we saw a church, and a monastery and just wondered around the city. Today (Friday) we toured the cathedral and headed home. Something that I failed to mention is that this city is like at a top of a mountain, with curvy cobblestone streets. It was VERY pretty however, by the time the bus had wound its way out of the city, my wonderful  new found  car-sickness took over and I was miserable. Thankfully my Dramamine kicked in and I was out for a good long while and feeling mas mejor. (much better). 

Tonight we got back at about 9:30 and came home and had dinner with Isabel and now I'm blogging and heading to bed. I'm still feeling a little woosy from the Dramamine haha. 

It really is crazy to think that I have been here for a month. Looking back I don't think I prepared myself well enough before coming here. Up until about last week I just had this almost overwhelming feeling of unhappy heaviness because I wanted to be home so bad. Don't get me wrong, I was and still am enjoying my time here but it just felt like I was always carrying around this unwanted anchor that bring me down. However, like I said, something has changed and I feel a lot less overwhelmed, and way more confident that I can not only manage to get through this experience but thrive in it as well. Today one of my friends was saying how when she wanted to go she wanted her close friends and family to be able to tell a difference in her: spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Simply put, those have been and are my goals as well for the semester. 

Something that I had learned this past semester in one of my classes and thought, "Oh, this won't happen to me!" comes from my Intercultural Learning and Adjustment class: People (close family and friends) are going to ask and want to know about what all you're doing and how its going... but only to a certain extent. Don't get my wrong, this is not a bad thing, but again something I could have done a better job of preparing myself for. I know that it is impossssssiiiiible for anyone who isn't going through this experience with me to understand what it's like and what I am going through. On the other hand, I want so badly to maintain and grow the relationships that I have at home, but it's a pretty difficult task considering we're on two different playing fields now. All the while I'm in a completely foreign country, with people a barely know, learning a language I thought I already knew. Change of some sort is inevitable. 

I'm REALLY REALLY REALLLY REALLLLLLLLLY looking forward to this coming week! Grandma Joyce, my mom, and Allyson will all be here! I'm so excited to get to see part of my family & I have 2 days off from school so I get to spend even more time with them. Hopefully I won't get us lost and they will like it here as much as I do! 

I'm just going to stop keeping track of the amount of time I haven't worn sweatpants in public and will be sure to alert everyone the second I do haha. 

Be Kind, 


Ephesians 4:32 Be kind & compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

There's no place I'd rather be.

So for this week (3 weeks in, 1/5th of the way done) I'm going to go backwards because that's just what makes the most sense to me!

Tonight I'm writing to you all from my bed, while listening/watching the HU women's game. Senior night shout out to Allison, Sarah, & Lauren! Wish I could be there!!

Tonight I also had my second awkward moment with Isabel... today at lunch she asked me what I wanted for supper and I was so proud when she understood. However, I forgot that I was meeting with my intercombio (Spanish person learning English) at 9:30 and didn't really think about not being home in time for supper.

I met my intercombio, Carmen, after she got done with Pilates. To my surprise  Carmen is 40...which intimidated me even more because of how awful my Spanish is. But she took my to Mexican dinner in her fiat and we had a great time! She is also the sister of my teacher..Salva. However I didn't get home until about 11 and Isabel told me, "I wasn't worried about the food I cooked, I was worried about you!" Which was so sweet. I then shoveled down what she cooked me because I didn't have the heart to tell her I had already eaten.

For those of you keeping score at home...Salva hasn't always been my teacher. I made the decision Monday after class that I needed to be moved into the Beginner classes. After talking with the school's director (who is extremely nice, caring and understanding) we decided it would be best if I changed classes. AND WHAT A RELIEF! The class is waaay more laid back and I'm reviewing what I need to be learning and reviewing what needs to be reviewed. As some of you know, some aspects of school have always been challenging for me, and I've always had to persevere and get through and make the best out of the situations that I've been in. Without those experiences I don't think I would have been able to put away my pride and move "down" to the other class. This week whenever I felt stressed, overwhelmed, or like I just wasn't good enough, a song would always come in my head about God's strength. And honestly without His strength, I think I would be miserable because during class all I could think about was going home or being home or how much I hated it here. After class though I would enjoy myself. This class change thought as really made a difference in my attitude.

On Wednesday night we normally have a chapel-like service but tonight our student ministries coordinator was sick so it looked as if we weren't going to have it. Some students decided that they would just have a small worship time instead and I'm so thankful they did. We sang a few songs that I knew and then a new one that was AWESOME. All it says is this:

"There's no place I'd rather be, There's no place I'd rather be, There's no place I'd rather be, than here in your love, here in your love. Set a fire down in my soul that I can't contain, that I can't control. I want more of you God, I wan't more...."

While much more has happened over this week, I'm starting to settle in to a routine and find some normalcy, but there's still a constant nagging of missing home. After singing that song tonight though it kind of made me realize that no matter where I am, what I'm doing, I always have God's love, it's always there. Which is extremely comforting. I'm growing my relationships, somewhat learning Spanish, and just taking in the culture. I don't want you to get the wrong impression  and think that I'm hating my time here because that's not true at all. I really am enjoying myself.

I'm officially going to Italy for Spring Break:) Grandma, Mom, and Allyson will be here in two weeks :) And I start a new class on Friday! Again I want to thank everyone for their continual thoughts and prayers! Hopefully I will blog about something a little more interesting next time haha

I have yet to wear sweatpants in public,


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Lookin' back at week 2!


I've been here just a little over 2 weeks... it doesn't even seem like it!

Thursday was Noche de Chicas! or ladies night. We all went to eat Churros con chocolate and then went to the Cetas to watch the sunset. (Pictures on my facebook) From the cetas you can really see the whole city. It was really cool to bond some more with the group as well as just reflect on the past week and take in all of the beauty.

Friday the whole group went to Cordaba, a city about a two hour bus ride away. During that bus ride I found out something new about myself... I am now a victim of motion sickness haha... so again, I slept the whole drive and didn't get to see the countryside, but at least I didn't throw up ha. In Cordaba there is a mosque, that is now turned into a cathedral (also pictures on facebook). SOOOOoooooo pretty. We then went to a Jewish synagog. By this time my brain was very tired of trying to translate that I didn't really pay attention but it was really interesting to look at everything. We then had some free time so a group of girls and I navigated to a plaza and ate our packed lunches and took in the beauty of the city. We got back on the bus and I slept my way home.

After we got back from the trip, Alyssa and I came home and relaxed for a bit and then ate dinner with Isabel. Afterwards we went and hung out with a couple of girls from Michigan. As weird as it sounds its nice to hang out with them because it somewhat feels like home haha. Gotta love the mid-west! Then it was sleepy time after we got done hanging out with them. It's been really nice to build some new relationships. It was something that I had been pretty anxious about before coming here.

Saturday we slept in a little bit and then met some friends and toured the cathedral in Sevilla. There is a really tall bell tower that you can go to the top of and see the city so we walked up the 34 ramps and 15 stairs. Wheeeeew! It was a pretty good workout haha but well worth the hike. Saturday was a nice relaxing day. We hung out in the city for a bit, hung out at home, and then went out with a group of friends for some yummy Spanish desert! Again, it was great to strengthen some relationships within the group.

Sunday we got up and went to church. It was of course in Spanish and 2 hours long which made it hard to pay attention the whole time. We then walked home. Currently the garbage men are on strike so there is literally trash everywhere and myyyy goodness does it smell! No one knows when the strike will be over buut hopefully it will be soon. I'm not 100% sure what we did the rest of the day Sunday.... I know we did some homework...maybe walked around but nothing too out of the ordinary.

Monday we got up for class and then I started planning a trip for spring break with my friends. Monday was also my first Flamenco class. It was really fun and I enjoyed it. Our teacher is so so so nice and encouraging. I miss dancing so it's nice to somewhat get back into the swing of things. I'm excited to see the end result of this class. After class we continued with our Spring Break plans. The original plan was to go to Rome and then Greece, but that just didn't work out. I cam home and then studied for my first test.

Tuesday (today) I went to school and took my test. Yiiiiikes. I didn't do so well at all. If you were wondering how you could pray for me it would definitely be with my classes. When I'm at school all I want to do is go home. Not like home to Isabel's apartment but home home to that house on Cherry St. that I used to hate but can't wait get back to. After I get out of class and vent to Alyssa and hang out with friends I'm back to enjoying my time here in Spain, but gosh... during class its a big struggle. After class we came home and ate with Isabel & took a siesta! We woke up and met some friends for a snack and then shopped a little. We then met the rest of the group at school and went out for tappas. Tappas are like appetizers  We went in groups of 7 with local Spaniards. It was fun to continue to build relationships with people in the group as well as local Spaniards. Walking around the city tonight I just kept thinking how beautiful it was. I don't think that its ever going to get old or set in that I actually live here.

In the last week I found out that grandma trout will be accompanying my mom and sister to Spain at the end of February! GAH! I'm so excited for them to come!

Also I took a nap today, had 2 cokes and coffee sooo going to bed at a decent time was kinda out of the question. Also a BIG shout out to the HU men's basketball team on the win tonight! As well as the game day crew putting out a great show and keeping the leak under control!

I miss home so much but I know God's got a plan for me here. Thank you so much for your continued prays and encouraging words! I think I'm going to make it haha!

Week 2 without sweatpants in public....,


Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Week One: Part 2

After I posted my last blog I left the house because I was late to meet some friends and I thought ohh.... maybe I should have waited to post that or add on to it or something because I probably freaked someone out but I didn't so here is part two!

While I was having my "meeting" with Katie yesterday she shared something with me that I hadn't really thought of while I was here. I thought that I was pretty well prepared for a cross-culture experience... I mean I literally talked about culture in almost every single one of my classes every single day. But when Katie shared her little piece of wisdom with me I was dumbfounded...why had I never thought of this before?! (Side note: my teachers did a great job of teaching me, I think this is just one of those things you just have to experience to know.)

I almost just said the WHOLE time I've been here...but it's barely been a week... SOOOOOO.....

Since I've been here I've been taking in the culture around me, watching people, seeing how they interact with each other, their families, children, me when I don't understand and most importantly how they dress...but what I really hadn't been focusing on was the affect that being in a completely different culture had on ME.   

What Katie shared with me is that when you come into a new culture you basically lose your identity (more or less, I mean I still have my passport so that's good). Nothing is familiar around you, you can't understand what people are saying, you don't know how to express yourself in anyway (mostly), people dress differently and listen to different music and watch different TV shows (Oh, how i miss reality TV). It's just all different. That was kind of my Oprah "Ah-ha" moment, which fittingly took place after my Ah-hahhahahahahahah moment. I even said to Katie, "I don't know how to be funny in Spanish." I miss being able to make people laugh. Now locals just laugh at me when I stumble over my Spanish and then don't understand what they say back to me. I have to find my identity. 

I'm going to go off on a scholarly, Kevin Miller, tangent here real fast so you can skip this paragraph and I won't be upset! This past semester I learned from my new buddy Dr. Miller that the language we use effects every part of our life, our CULTURE, it shapes our culture. Or the words that we use shapes our culture. So, without my native language I have been having a hard time saying what I mean. I don't know HOW people talk here or what they talk about, or that I sound stupid when I use a Latin American word that's not used in Spain. I want to fit in, I don't want to look American, I want to look Spanish (which if anyone did think I looked Spanish, once they heard me talk the hoax would be up). I simply don't know the language, which makes me an outsider, and minority. Last weekend a Spaniard came up to me and a group of my friends on the street and said (in Spanish), "You're in Spain, talk in Spanish." Ewwwwww I felt so gross & mad & mostly stupid. While my appearance suggests that I almost fit in, my language clearly says otherwise. I am a minority here. Here, English doesn't make me "better." When I had traveled to the D.R. before I was looked up to in a way because I was white and knew English. That doesn't matter so much at all here, I'm not in a near 3rd world country or poverty stricken area...While I have never said it so many people in the states have said, "You're in America, speak English..." or something along those lines. YUCK! STOP IT! DON'T EVER SAY IT AGAIN!!! I didn't agree with that saying before anyways but now its real personal. I can now personally identify with people who have had that said to them, it is by no means a good feeling.

BUT anyways back to what I was saying....  
In a way I feel like having my break down so early makes me look weak. I barely lasted a week with all my familiar things and I completely lost it. Which also makes me thing that I really don't know what my identity is, and probably haven't for a long time. But at the same time I'm happy it happened  and that it happened when it did.

Tonight we had a little student chapel at school. It started out with worship songs that are sung at HU chapels & I instantly began to think how awesome of an experience I was witnessing. All 30 of us in one room at the same time. All with different pasts, problems,and all struggling to find our identities in a new culture. Some stripped down or away from their cultures more than others. But the really really really really REALLLLLLY cool part was, we all had one thing in common, we all have Jesus. We were all praising the same God who knows our true identity, regardless of culture, language or whatever else. We all have this awesome opportunity to grow AND to grow with HIM. I'm beyond excited to see where this road leads me.  

Side note: Also we talked about Flamenco classes & the teacher of those classes was there and she somewhat taught us how to salsa. It was awesome & I loved it.  

I came on this trip thinking I was going to learn and language & culture but after the past couple days I think there is more in store for me here.

I haven't worn sweatpants in public for over a week now, 

Week One: Part One

So for today I'm going to do 2 blogs.The first part (this one) just as a reflection of what all has happened and then the second part kind of applying it to what I have learned in school and being sort of scholarly because Kevin Miller has more or less turned me into a nerd.

I think I left off on Sunday afternoon.... so i'll start there.

Alyssa and I went to a little pastry shop and had a little snack and talked with some friends. We came back and ate dinner. After dinner I started showing her pictures on my phone of my family and friends and that's all it took. Alyssa, Isabel and I talked for about 3 hours. It was nice to hear about her life and I'm sure she enjoyed hearing about ours. It also made me feel a little less homesick.

Monday we got up and went to class and then came home. After class I just wasn't feeling like myself. We ate lunch and I went and laid down. I don't even really remember what I did the rest of the day it was just kind of a blah-ish day.

Tuesday I went to class and the whole time all I could think of was being able to Skype with my mom as soon as class was over. When class was finally over I could barely keep my tears in because I had been feeling so down and I knew that crying it out with my mom would make it all better. And surprisingly here is where the funny story starts...

I found an empty classroom and began Skyping with both of my parents. My mom was asking my questions about life here and all I wanted to do was cry and tell her that I wanted to come home. I was also trying to hold my tears in because I didn't want to make her cry either. After answering a few questions my dad said he had to go and get ready for work. He told me that he loved me and that he would talk to me soon and I told him the same choking back my tears. My mom, seeing this began to cry too & that's when the flood gates opened and the tears began to freely flow heavily.

At almost the exact time that I let all my tears finally fall the door to the classroom that I was in flies open & my teacher and other classmates come in and Ana (the teacher) tells me that she has class now and I'll have to go Skype somewhere else. What she didn't see (at first) was me crying. I quickly mumbled to my mom that I had to go & then Ana saw that I was really crying. Being Spanish, Ana was talking very loudly at me because she was concerned and me being me hates when people yell at me, which caused me to freak out more. At the time I had no idea what she was saying (because it was all in Spanish).

Meanwhile, my classmates are watching this all happen and I have been holding my breath trying not to cry. I don't know if any of you have ever held your breath while crying, but I wouldn't suggest doing it. Because when doing so, your body makes this really weird snorting like noise because you are not breathing.

So my classmates are watching, a lady I barely know is shouting at my in Spanish, I'm snorting, and crying. All I remember hearing is her say something about Katie and me saying Si. Katie is our American student ministries coordinator  So Ana takes me to Katie's office and I slowly start getting myself calmed down. (At this point I'm borderline hyperventilating). I finally get myself calmed down to tell Katie what happen, half way laughing, half way crying.

She did an extremely awesome job of calming me down and talking about feelings and all that fun stuff. Now I can laugh about this story and believe it or not I feel 8797789475893795 times better about being here & don't want to go home anymore. I know I will have hard days again but I'm extremely happy to be here and want to take advantage of every opportunity while I can. Part two will be coming later today but I just thought I would share this story with you!

Hasta Luego!