Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I was exposed to one of Grand Rapids’ most delightful Saturday morning activities this past weekend. The Fulton St. Farmer’s Market at 8:00 on a crisp fall morning is delightful. Eunji, Sarah, Jill and I decided we needed to go to the Farmer’s Market, and since Eunji’s parents were coming to visit at 8:30, it had to be an early morning. 8:00 on a Saturday is a bit of a stretch, but it was definitely worth it. The air was full of pungent, earthy scents and good-natured bartering.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Living in the neighborhood where I do is definitely forcing me to get outside of my comfort zone. The culture is completely different than any I have known before and I am finding myself stretched as I interact with my neighbors. Mostly I’m getting to know the kids through playing jump rope and other street games with them. All the jump rope songs have changed since I was in elementary school so I’m learning lots of new ones. My favorite asks what kind of hair the jumper has, and then the options are repeated until the jumper misses: “Long, short, medium, bald head.” Whatever option is being said when a jump is missed is what kind of hair the jumper has. You should see the little girls laugh when one of them gets “bald head.”
Friday, September 07, 2007
week 1 of the rest of my life
I have always been pretty comfortable in my vague unknowledge of what my life would hold in the future. Even with my selected path (editing) when I entered college, I never really knew for sure what I would be doing or what my life would look like. I guess it is appropriate that now I have sort of settled into a direction, but it’s a bit daunting. What if I get completely trained in this area and end up not liking it? What if I’ve chosen the wrong path?
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
A Night to Remember
I have very recently completed moving into my new home. For at least the next school year I will be living in a house off-campus with some of my former floormates. We all spent the past weekend getting settled in, and on Saturday night I had my first night in the house. We aren’t in the worst of neighborhoods, but there are better. Our house is over 100 years old, and while we love the charm that provides, some aspects of the age are not as charming. However, after painting most of the walls, getting new carpet in the living room and a new floor in the kitchen, and moving our furniture and trinkets into the rooms, the house is really quite cute. It is going to be a nice home to go to after a long day at school (and I will have some very long 14 hour days this semester). But let me tell you about my first night in the house.