I feel sorry for you

I feel sorry for you

It's easy to hate Donald Trump and the people who work for him. It's easy to hate people who call white supremacists "good people", who steal children from their parents, who call Mexicans rapists, and sexually assaults dozens of women. Sometimes the small outrages pile up so high I want to scream. I want to be furious that I have to live in this country and live under this administration, but I found that anger only takes me so far. Sure, it gets me through a few days or weeks, even. But it runs out eventually and it certainly doesn't change anything. You cannot hate your enemy into becoming your friend. 

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August Digest

August Digest

August was such a blur that I can't quite believe it's over. I spent most of the month whining about Greek School and the rest of the month trying to forget about it. It was a month of pushing through. I had to struggle through my hardest academic challenge yet (which praise God, I passed) and then had an incredible vacation in California. Most of the month didn't feel very spectacular, but looking back it was still full of life. Summer may be wrapping up, but knowing Georgia, I've got about 3 months of warm weather ahead!

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The Worst Summer Ever

The Worst Summer Ever

I don't fall apart often, but when I do, I do so in spectacular fashion. I am nothing if not dramatic. I've always been a person with gigantic emotions, dramatic tendencies, and proclivity toward extravagant language. I feel everything on a magnified level- love, joy, sadness, and hate. Everything is a big deal to me. I am also good at avoiding things I don't want to do. Of course, I still do the generally unpleasant things that are required of life, but generally speaking, if I don't want to do something, I figure out how to avoid it. Unfortunately, this summer my unstoppable force met an unmovable object- Greek School.

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July Digest

July Digest

After seven weeks of traveling, July is a month of staying still, praise be to God. I was so grateful for the time at home in Seattle and with my parents in Ethiopia (and a mini solo vacation in Qatar), but by the end, I was exhausted. I had about 10 days to recover before starting Greek school (see below), which was very needed. As much as I love to travel and explore, I'm also a homebody at heart. I love the feeling of being rooted and settled, of a routine and purpose to my weekly rhythms. This summer isn't quite what I expected, but I'm figuring it out as I go. I'm starting to enjoy the daily thunderstorms, to adjust to the constant humidity, and to invest in my current community.  So here it is, the month of July.

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