Seattle: The Good, The Bad, and the Adorable (I)

I’m back from 9 days in Seattle. Danke to Rick, Eileen, and Nikkiana for guestblogging for me. 🙂

Jon, me, and Chris

The Good
-seeing my parents, brother, and his girlfriend for the first time in 6 months
-seeing my godmother and her husband for the first time in 2 1/2 years
-seeing parts of my extended family for the first time in between 1 and 1 1/2 years
-seeing my friend Melissa for the first time in 2 1/2 years
-seeing Jon’s aunt and uncle for the first time in 2 years
-meeting Chris of SomethingUnderstood.Org
-going to the zoo and Pike Place Market
-playing Uno with my little cousins
-hanging out with my brother’s girlfriend (who I really hope will be my sister-in-law someday)
-getting to see Anacortes and the Pacific Ocean
-vanilla nonfat lattés from $tarbuck$
-Jon’s aunt’s cats
-doing yoga with Jon’s cousin Libby

The Bad
-the 36 hours I was up on the way to Seattle
-the 36 hours I was up on the way back from Seattle
-saying good-byes to people
-Seattle traffic
-the nausea I’ve been fighting for a few days
-having to run from the end of the E terminal to the end of the C terminal at MSP to get to my flight to Sioux Falls, having an asthma attack on the way, and having to flag down a cart to get me the last mile to my gate
-finding out that Northwest Airlines had messed up and sold my seat on the Sioux Falls flight and having to tell them to FIX IT
-the drive from Madison to Sioux Falls and back

The Adorable
-Melissa’s twin siblings
-my cousins Benjamin and Nathaniel
-Jon’s cousin Libby

What We’re Called To Do

I’ve been boggling my mind for the past few days over what to write about in my guest post. Fortunately, Eileen posted about something that I can definately identify with. The struggle with vocation, and what it is, exactly, that we’re called to do.

I decided this week that I most likely will not be continuing as a computer engineering technology major. I will be transferring back to liberal arts, finishing what I have to finish (if anything), and graduating with a associates degree in liberal arts. It’s an exciting yet terrifying place where I am now. On the one hand, I’m relieved to almost be done. On the other, I didn’t quite expect or plan to be in the position I am now quite so soon.

I’m searching for a job. Currently, I’ve got one prospect. A clothing company by the name of Maax is looking for a art/marketing director (with a concentration in web design). I sent my resume last night, they emailed me back this morning thanking me for my application and asking if I had any design samples. I sent them my samples tonight. I don’t know how good of a chance I have at getting a job with this company, but I’m praying that the chances are good. They seem like a neat company to work for. But you can’t put your eggs in one basket, I need to keep looking for other things…

I don’t really know what I’m called to do for my vocation. I’ve been leaning towards web design, but I dont’ really know… I know things will all work out in the end, and I will end up exactly where God wants me to be. But, I can’t help but wonder sometimes how I’m going to get there…

Vocation

A week ago yesterday, Jen emailed me about guest-blogging. Predictably, I forgot until about ten minutes ago. Hurrah for Eileen.

Today, my senior class read John Donne’s “Meditation 17.” We discussed how to read figurative language (which I thought they would hate, but they did rather well with it), and then we compared it to “I am a Rock” by Simon and Garfunkel (which I thought they would enjoy, but they laughed at it and ridiculed it and asked me if this was the music I listened to when I was growing up, which made my 22-going-on-23 inner self giggle). They don’t really like anything I give them to read. They are what can be termed “HATERS.” Some of them seemed to enjoy Macbeth, but a lot of them very vocally thought that it was stupid and worthless. They are very delightful people to teach.

Sometimes it is very frustrating to love literature, especially brilliant, gorgeous literature like John Donne’s Holy Sonnets, which have inspired me as an artist and as a person of faith, and bring that literature into a classroom full of seventeen and eighteen (and, um, twenty-one) year-olds, only to have them denounce it as “stupid,” “pointless,” and “without meaning.” But I teach students, not literature. I have to remember that.

I suppose most people struggle with vocation (and most often, I guess, would be struggling to decide whether one job or the other is actually their vocation). Jen has struggled (differently than I have), my parents have struggled, my boyfriend struggles. I want a life-work, you know? I’m just not sure if teaching is going to end up being it… but if I quit, I’ll wonder if I just didn’t try hard enough. Guess I’ll stick with it for a few more semesters and see if it doesn’t get better. I’ll end up where I’m supposed to be, one way or the other.

Winter Weather

Living here in balmy South Carolina, I can’t imagine what winter will look like for Jen & Co. It’s 41F right now, and we had our first freeze yesterday morning. Most days through the winter, highs will be in the 40s & 50s, and evening/morning lows will be in the 20s & 30s – and that’s about as bad as it gets. We will get at least one stretch of temps in the teens, and we might get a few days of snow (weekdays, preferably, so that we don’t waste a good snow day on a weekend please). The difference here is that an inch of snow will kill the city for days. In the frozen tundra that is Jen’s backyard, an inch of snow is nothing, and a foot of snow probably won’t disrupt school schedules.

I’d love to see it, live it out once sometime – but I’ll take the southeast, thanks much. I’ve got reason enough to coffee and hot chocolate and cozying up by the fire – without the blizzard that is January for our friends to the north.

Supposed to get up to 65F this afternoon. Brrrrr.

Travellin’

It looks like Jen & Jon are vacationing – although I hope the were able to cross off more tasks than were updated in the post below. I’d hate to think of them going cross-country without packing, and I’d hate to think what the house would look like if the proper instructions weren’t left for the cat-sitters.

This is the time of year when I really start thinking about travel, too. When I was young, back in the day, we would pile into the car every Thanksgiving to drive over to my Memaw’s house, where we (my little brother and I) would sit at the kids table with the five other cousins to eat way too much turkey and dressing before going out to play on the lonely swingset in the backyard. Sometimes we’d play ball, or wait for Uncle Bill to show up and play a song for us. At Christmas time, we’d spend more time with the other side of the family. There wasn’t much driving either holiday until we moved to moved to South Carolina, but we did usually spend the day away from home visiting and being told “my how you’ve grown”.

Now, we usually have day trips to Asheville for my wife‘s side of the family, maybe a vacation weekend to the beach before the good restaurants close for winter, and then most of the other holiday festivities revolve around town, eating turkey leftovers and watching football – alot of turkey leftovers, alot of football.

All that to say: I hope they have a fabulous and relaxing time. Don’t forget my Christmas present.

My To-Do List

-transfer cell phones to nationwide service
-pay bills
-get paycheck
-wash clothes in bathroom hamper
-PACK
-get pill boxes to sort meds
-get shopping done

-clean bedroom
-print out flight details
-write instructions for cat care person

All Saints’ Day

All Saints’ Day was technically a week ago, but we celebrated it yesterday in church. This was one of our hymns…

Rise, ye children of salvation,
All who cleave to Christ the Head;
Wake, awake, O mighty nation,
Ere the foe on Zion tread;
He draws nigh, and would defy
All the hosts of God most high.

Saints and martyrs long before us
Firmly on this ground have stood;
See their banner waving o’er us,
Conquerors through the Savior’s blood.
Ground we hold, whereon of old,
Fought the faithful and the bold.

Fighting, we shall be victorious
By the blood of Christ our Lord;
On our foreheads, bright and glorious,
Shines the witness of His Word;
Spear and shield on battlefield,
His great Name; we cannot yield.

When His servants stand before Him
Each receiving his reward,
When His saints in light adore Him,
Giving glory to the Lord;
“Victory!” our song shall be
Like the thunder of the sea.

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