Yesterday was just one of those days. I had one of those mornings where I felt unsure about everything. One of those days where I wanted to get the hell out of Seattle, but I didn't really want to leave either. Not wanting to be here nor there, and tired of being stuck in the middle. Uncertainty about school, the future, the past, everything.

I had one of those afternoons too. One filled with sadness and heartache, and tired of not knowing what to do about it, not knowing who to talk to about it. Struggling with the past and afraid of the future.

Oh, it was just one of those days.

But last night was a little different. I was rowing on Lake Union, with the sun setting behind me, and the sound of the water lapping up against the boat. It was in that moment where I felt completely surrounded by the love and peace of Christ, and knew that everything will be ok. And even if everything was just ok for those precious moments, it was such a blessing to be able to enjoy this beautiful place, and to confidently say that I love living here.

Seattle tugs on my heart strings. This year has been the best and worst year of my life, and I will be sad to leave.

macaroni van

I like to stare out my window.

At the cars, the dingy white building, the boats

Two days in a row, now, I've noticed a van the color of macaroni and cheese.

I like that macaroni van.

I like it a lot.