So I just got back last night from an amazing 8-day vacation that took me to Seattle, back to SD, up to Sacramento, to Tahoe, to Nevada, and back to SD.
6 planes in 8 days
The best part was how little it cost me in relation to how much fun I had. I think this was a good time for me to get out of my SoCal shell and remember how big the world is (or at least this side of this country lol). It was also a good time for me to be able to remember what it’s like to mess around with friends and not worry about anything (thanks Andrew, Carla, and Robert for taking care of all the logistics haha). Definitely 8 days that I want to remember quite well.
Other than that, I have just registered for the GRE
Yep, it’s what I anticipate to be my last real standardized test thingy. That’s on the 31st, so pray for me for that.
I’m finally going back to Anza. I can already see that my prayers have been working marvelously. Oh, prayer. How can we so easily neglect something so important?
My brother’s already here in Cali. Once I leave La Jolla (and my marvelous internet) here in about an hour, I’m gonna finally see him after 2 years. My family from the East Coast is coming Wednesday night (which is gonna be awkward considering I’ve only met them once when I was seven). And my family from Sweden is coming in a few days as well. I’m gonna see them up in LA after Christmas, since they’re traveling through wine country for a few days.
With that, I’ll leave you with a thought I have every time I fly on a plane. I think that it’s so powerful to look over an entire city, remember that it’s just one city, then realize that with so much going on and so many people, God still knows you. He still knows and cares and listens and delights and….loves.

