time flies like an arrow. fruit flies like a banana.

So I can't believe its December 9 already. Seems like not long ago I was at Stratford, merrily scraping lead-infused paint off the walls, mulling over the feeling that God was calling me to York. To England. At first I was like, "sweet! England!" and then I was like, "oh crap, thats really far away". Which I guess that means that I'm really supposed to do it, because part of me recoiled at doing what I knew in my heart God was telling me to do. That was in July. In less than two months I will be there. I know I will be homesick. I know that I will have to do things I don't want to do, learn things I don't want to learn. Write papers (ugh, I thought I was done with that). I will probably not get along with everyone there (although I hope I do, I'm just being realistic here). I will definitely miss my own room! I will be stretched more than I can imagine. But in taking this step of obedience to God, even though I don't even know the why, I know I will learn and experience so much, and I'm so excited for the adventure!

Now if I can only get my student visa application finished in time...