It’s my last day here.
I can’t believe that is even true. It has flown by and yet it feels like many-a-moon ago that I was in Nashville.
I insist on apologizing again for my lack of blogging.
I just don’t have anything to say.
The serious stuff sounds cheesy and to just tell you funny stories seems trite.
I still have some great experiences to share- like my FIRST EVER professional soccer game [though I have been chastised for saying “soccer” instead of “football“] and a weekend with great friends in Stewarton and the fact that I’ve watched the entire season of Downton Abbey.
I have videos that I just found on my camera of the high school bible study group eating haggis pizza and a collection of short films from them titled “Annie left her camera here so we’re going to make movies.” It’s a strong showing.
I have one fully packed suitcase, one partially packed suitcase, and one slightly over sized carry-on that might cause a hiccup in travel.
So I have all the goods for a few days worth of quality bloggerificness.
Here’s how I see it. I’ll get home tomorrow, rest up a bit, then on Thursday I’ll finish uploading pictures. I’ll blog like a mad blog lady, showing you all the sights from the last week or so.
But for today, I’ve got nothing [except apparently 300 words explaining that I have nothing to say].
[Welcome to the world of a painfully extroverted extrovert.]
So today I’ll hang out with some friends and finish up packing. Then I’ll hop the train into Edinburgh and probably listen to something gloomy and dramatic on my headphones while I stare out the window and the passing scenery.
[Welcome to the world of a dramatic extrovert.]
This has been an amazing month. Many other adjectives fit there are well, the good and the bad, but for today, amazing feels right.
I can’t get this line out of my head from Andrew Peterson’s song Many Roads. If I could say just one thing about this trip [laughable- have you met me?], I think these lyrics sum it up:
“And your many hopes
and your many fears
were meant to bring you here