I finished my internship in San Dimas and then left for Hong Kong. Being in Hong Kong for a month was one of the best experiences in my entire life. I love that city so much, and God is going to do some more amazing things over there.
While I was in Hong Kong, I called Chris and broke up with him. It wasn't the easiest decision, but it was the right one. I think that I was more in love with the thought of marriage than I was with him.
In August, I started my last full year of college. I lost some friends and gained some new ones. Some drifted apart and some got even closer. It was a pretty up and down year. I made many plans but broke most of them.
So that leaves me here at this very moment sitting on my bed in my summer apartment wondering why I am even writing on this blog. It just seemed like a good idea 5 minutes ago, I guess.
In approximately 13 days I will be leaving for training in Denver. I will be teaching English in Hong Kong again this summer at the same school. Excited? Yes. I cannot wait to be back in the city that I so dearly love. It's sad because not all of the money has come in for the trip, but I know that I am supposed to be there, so I am going.
I have one semester of college left. That's it. One. It scares me to the point of anxiety, but it also excites me. I'm ready to be done with the monotonous lifestyle that school often brings. I'm ready to be an adult and to feel like an adult. I am attempting to be an adult at the present moment with my own apartment and paying my own bills and such, but I won't really know what it's like to be an adult until I am finished with school, working, and am able to afford rent.
My brother's girlfriend is about to have a baby. That will be my second nephew. I'm pretty excited. She should be going into labor and day now. She is actually due in 1 week, but she is getting really close. My niece has been getting so big. Not just physically, but mentally too. She is over 2 years old now and we now have full conversations. She pretty much rocks my world.
So, that's the story of my life up until now, and when I read this 35 years from now, I can think about what a terrible writer I was, but I can also smile at the memories that even cared enough for to write down.
The end.