weekend

Have you read my latest post about some loose ends in my life? I vowed to untangle myself from virtual living and to tie myself to life lived out. I claimed Saturday as my day to begin breaking ties and it was an interesting day.

I started by going to lunch at Panera with my mentor and friend, Sorina. We talked over soup and after our meeting, we parted ways. I hopped on the bus and made my way downtown; on the bus I met some kids who are on Tumblr. That's us when we got off at the same stop. It was one of those, "nice to meet you, goodbye!" then get off at the same stop awkwardly. This is hardly a flattering photo but it had to be done. After we finally and truly parted ways I began walking the streets of downtown alone. There is something so comfortable about those streets.

When I got to Mariah's place her mom was visiting; they were hanging some of the great photography that Mariah has shot since living in Minneapolis. They were a great team! Seriously, check out her work it's stellar! I'm proud of the work she's put into this passion and it carries over into her quality. Most recently I'm falling in love with her urban portraits and candids from her neighbor hood and city life: the heart of the city. Mariah and I went up to campus.

After running into a few old friends I walked over to Lindsay's apartment for dinner and a movie! I got to meet some of her friends and despite being the baby of the group, I felt accepted. We started to watch a Cary Grant film but ended up just having some great conversations. We talked about Deliverance ministries, spiritual giftings, and my relationship with Justin (did I mention, we're sorta talking again?) and other things too. It was a really great night! I made some new friends and look forward to seeing them soon. Hopefully.

Sunday was Sunerchomai. And Arianna spent the night. In a sort of quarter-life crisis I chopped of my hair; I've been growing it out for over a year. It looks really cute but I already miss my long curls.

              Reflections:             
A lot of the time things don't work out the way I expect. And this was no different. Going through the streets on Saturday didn't bring me the closure or independence I hoped for. I'm still an unraveling, tangled mess of a girl. And I'm kinda okay with that. If I learned anything out of the hair-cutting crisis it's this: 3 am is a bad time to make decisions.

Well, off again!