How time does fly.
So, I finally made it home from France on Christmas Eve, just in time for Christmas. I got back to my house around 6pm, after being greeted by my dad, brother, and best friend, in time for tacos and the Christmas Eve service at church. By the time we were singing the last hymn, I had been awake for roughly 24 hours, and my body was on overload. It was nearly impossible to stand, hold a hymnal, hold a candle, and sing at the same time. Oh the joys of travel and busy schedules!
On Christmas morning, I woke up about four times before I finally got up at 7:30. As no one else was awake, I did a load of laundry, washed the dishes, ran the dishwasher, and wrapped a couple presents. My dad came downstairs and was deeply confused as to how I had accomplished so much so early in the morning after not sleeping for very long. What can I say, when it comes to housework, I have some skill. My sister will claim otherwise, particularly about my room, though.
I decided to keep blogging, even if I'm not traveling at the moment. I'm still having adventures, so to speak, just not in other countries. I'm back at North Park now, with my wonderful roommates, and sufficiently busy with homework. Whatever happened to not having any assignments, essays, or tests? Man, I miss France.
Last weekend, I went up to camp for the first time since August. I forgot how much I truly love it up there in the winter. I got to have very good and very necessary conversations with the three people who, for some reason, I cannot lie to or keep things from, as hard as I try. On Saturday, Jenny, Kyle, and Charlotte took me to Eagle River. We had lunch at a bakery, and then spent a few hours at Eagle River Roasters. Oh my word! I love cute coffee shops. When we got back to camp, Lisa and I went to Chuck's office, and then I went to the Mechers' for dinner. It was a very good, and very necessary weekend.
Now, I am off to work on homework. Ah the life of a college student.