plans.

i've never been much of a planner. never have been. i've always liked to see where things would take me...just kinda float with the wind (as the cliche says)

when i was in college, a good friend of mine had a five year plan that looked a little something like this:

year 1 - get internship with local marketing firm
year 2 - graduate college/find job at above marketing firm
year 3 - get engaged
year 4 - get married
year 5- move to suburbs/get dog/get promotion/live happily ever after

i remember seeing her plan and wanting to laugh out loud. what was she thinking? you can't plan your life like that. i wanted to ask...what if you didn't get engaged? what if you lost that internship? what if? what if? what if?

there are too many variables in our lives to make such a plan and then to expect life to follow it. who are we to think like this?

but i think where i've gone wrong is to expect nothing. i almost expect things to fall into my lap...
what kind of life is that? no responsibility...."that's just where the wind blew."

so i'm thinking i might start making plans...thinking about the future. nothing set in stone. nothing to cry over if God leads me through another way....

but something more than just waiting for the next wind to take me through.


listening to: the swell season::this low

home.

one of my best friends from high school is having a baby next month. i got to go home after church today for her shower and i'll have to admit, i was a little nervous.

i haven't kept up with my friends from back home as well as i should have. and if i'm honest...i really regret that.

when i think back to my high school days..and i really think about who they were to me i realize they were more to me than just friends. they were family.

i walked into two homes today...one i spent a lot of time in and another that was practically my second home. everywhere i looked held a memory....
the kitchen were we'd spend hours dancing at parties when her parents were out of town....the driveway where i drank my first alcoholic drink...the bench i practically broke my toe on after a few more of those firsts drinks...yikes.

the list goes on.

katie was one of the best friends i've ever had. she was always there for me. and even though our lives drifted from each other, being around her and her family feels like home to me.

the geography of a place can hold memories. but the people make it home. i'm grateful for roots.

love.