Bittersweet

This weekend I moved back home to Orange County, where I've lived since I was 1 year old. Back to my old house, my old backyard, my old room. Actually to mix it up a bit and make it feel different, I took over my sister's room. Sorry Dune, I needed something to be different.

Thanks to my parents and best friends for all your help this weekend. I truly couldn't have done it without you guys.

Facing big decisions can be debilitating. If you're of the same likeness as myself, you'll sit, and assess, and detail out the future. And 99 times out of 100, I am wrong. Which can be good and bad. However, making a decision the right way (if there is one), is actually really freeing. No matter what the outcome, sometimes it's the weight of the decision that's actually more frightening than the other side.

But how good would God be if his goodness was fathomable? It wouldn't be as "good" as we'd hoped.

Another matter of the mind, what is going on? With the world? With my best friends? With myself? WHY IS THERE SO MUCH PAIN?

WE (as the body) can not give up hope. WE ARE THE HOPE.