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i wrote this earlier today, but blogger was down this afternoon.

stripping your room bare brings to the surface a very distinct type of nostalgia.

sitting down and looking after each step, with every piece of sentiment and every memory packed into a box or bag, one can't help but wonder what's next, and fondly look back at what has been.

this room has been mine for two years, but it feels like so much longer. even further seem the two years prior, with first year but a mere echo in the recess of my mind -- discernable, but wispy.

i feel.....sad. as i reflect on the reality of the situation, this moment that i've been striving towards for so long, i'm reminded of the importance of the journey.

maybe i'm odd, but i'm one of those people that save every little thing that is ever given to me. every card, every note, every little scrap paper that someone writes to me, i save for some reason. i can't describe why i hold on to these things , but every so often i just look through these symbols of love and caring and am reminded of how lucky i am.

as much as i sometimes wonder and worry about the future, just looking at how bursting at the seams my grab-bag of thoughtfulness is, i know that God will continue to bless me well beyond my feeble expectations and cynicism. i'm reminded of my favourite bible verse in this poignant moment.

23Another time, Elisha was on his way to Bethel and some little kids came out from the town and taunted him, "What's up, old baldhead! Out of our way, skinhead!"

24 Elisha turned, took one look at them, and cursed them in the name of GOD. Two bears charged out of the underbrush and knocked them about, ripping them limb from limb--forty-two children in all!

25Elisha went on to Mount Carmel, and then returned to Samaria.

- 2 Kings 2:23-25 (The Message)

i already wrote one of these sappy end of year blogs last week when i ended class. i forsee yet another one when i move out my furniture next week.

the roller coaster of emotions continues. don't you just love that bible verse? who says God doesn't have a sense of humour? (and don't just look at the platypus)

and now, for hot pot!