Back to Reality

Just a reality check for me, looking at my blog posts I've realised I could so just call my blog, 'life' because that's all I seem to talk about. But really that's just what goes on in my head.

But in reality (outside my head, if I'm talking about my blog that is) my birthday is in 4 days, my party in 2 and I leave for Hong Kong in 6 days! I spent today at Koorong with my friend and mum and her friend.

My holidays (which is really the first week because the next week and the next I spend in Hong Kong) are PACKED! But that's good at least I know I'm living my life to 'full'. =D

Another reality check is that my friend, Jacinta, (who lives in Vanuatu, she moved at the start of the year), is gone. She's not on a long holiday, but I won't see her for another year or so, probably. It's hitting me hard knowing that we were so close and now in a literal sense she's far away.

So now birthday wishes are sent through the mail along with virtual kisses and hugs through the internet. Though I praise God because if this were 10 years ago there would have been no such thing as 'Skype' and 'Facebook'. I can 'feel' close to her even though kilometres of ocean separate us.

Even with this I can feel peace because I know that if I don't see her again in this earthly life, I WILL see her again one day...in heaven.

What To Wear?

Sunday mornings are rushed. You hop out of the shower just in time get dressed, do your hair, put on your shoes, clean your teeth and then with only on minute to spare you jump in the car hoping that everything has been done, all is ready and not a hair out of place.

This is what goes on at my house most Sunday mornings. Yes for guys this may be hard to understand or comprehend, maybe even some girls. So right now I'm giving you a glimpse of my mind...evey Sunday morning.

To avoid some havoc late Saturday night I'll lay out what I want to wear in the morning. On most occasions I'll put it on in the morning and what I think looks good on bed I find, it doesn't sit right or something else and will end up spending another 10 minutes finding something else to wear.

I'll hop in the shower and get dressed just in time to hear dad say, "We're leaving in 5 minutes!" everything is sped up then and you rush around the house doing this, finding that. Finally I'm ready. I rush down the stairs and end up outside, just when mum is locking up.

"Wait, wait", I'll say as I remember that I didn't get my jacket in the rush to get out the door. Up the stairs I run once more hoping that I'll make it, I grab the jacket and as fast I can without falling down the stairs I run, jacket in one had, shoes in the other.

We're all finally seated in the car and our energy dies down, but the thought left in our heads as drive down the street is, "Oh boy, I have to do that next week".