Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

First off, I'd love a comment or two if you're hopping by my site--just a hello, so that I know if you're there! I don't bite! Ok that's a lie.

This is the first time I've had a truly bittersweet (more sweet than bitter) move-away-from-a-roommate experience, and I've kinda had 2 in one week! One kinda doesn't count as a technical roommate. A dear friend couch surfed with me for about a month while my roommate was away, and it was so incredibly pleasant. I'd do that again in a heartbeat--only the couch wasn't mine, and it's moving tomorrow.

Now my roommate is moving away with her fiance to begin their life together. We are genuinely sad to not be roommies anymore! Granted, we're both stoked about the life ahead, don't get me wrong! But I will always look back fondly at our time together. Both of us have had our fair share of roommate issues before we moved in together, and while it hasn't been the most utopian ideal, this situation has been pretty incredible. She has been my mom, my sister, my best friend, my chef, my masseuse, and far more. We both hit low spots over the course of the year, and we took it out on each other in our own ways, but we made it through with smiles beaming from the joyous love in our hearts for each other. I am thrilled and honored to be in her wedding in the fall, and (first time I think I've ever really written something like this) I feel pretty darn confident that she will be in mine someday. This lovely young woman holds a big important place in my heart. I'll miss having her so nearby.

Avocado Chimichurri Bruschetta

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This stuff is divine. Just ask le boyfriend.


2 Tbs. lemon juice
2 Tbs. red wine vinegar
3/4 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. dried oregano
1/4 tsp. ground black pepper
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup chopped cilantro, minced
1//4 cup chopped fresh parsley, minced
2 avocados, peeled, pitted, and cubed
6 slices of toasted baguette, rubbed with garlic cloves

Combine the lemon juice, vinegar, salt, oregano, and black pepper in small bowl.
Whisk in the oil until thoroughly combined, then stir in the herbs.
Gently toss the avocado cubes into the sauce.
Spoon the avocado and sauce mixture onto toast slices.



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What's Next?

So I start round 2 of summer classes tomorrow.

I have a meeting in 7 hours.

My gentleman caller's birthday is in T minus 3 days. He doesn't want any things, but he wants something. (Let us pray)

Trinity Shakes starts in a week.

I'm knitting a lace-y scarf.

I'm moving in 2 months and I don't exactly have any furniture.

In 6 months I'll be dominating my last round of finals.

I may go to India in January or February 2011.

I don't have any decent breakfast food in my apartment.

I'm so incredibly and genuinely happy with life right now :)

Happiness is...

- Increasing the font of a paper, double spacing it, and changing the font, all to realize that you are only one page away from finished.

- Lunch with a dear old buddy and dinner with a precious friend, 2 of the most positive and uplifting people I know.

- Looking forward to something a year away, 6 months away, 2 months away, 1 week away, and 1 day away, all at the same time.

- Being overwhelmed with life's blessings, and thus overflowing with smiles.

- 3 day weekends, even if there is a little work involved.

- Having a song stuck in your head when you don't know its title and artist, and later finding the title and artist after an extensive hunt (it was "Corner" by Allie Moss, by the way).

- Thinking of where I was a year ago and praising God for the epic growth that has happened since then. I never could have guessed that I would be where I am now, spiritually and relationally.

- Pictures of babies. You know it's true. Pictures of babies make everyone happy.

Convicted.

Going to India to serve God.

Don't know when or how or with what, but it's happening.

I feel like I forgot all that and hinged my following God on things like graduation or financial security or parental blessing. These things are all great and beautiful, but they don't come before serving God.

I was going to say something like "I don't know when my priorities got out of order" but the truth is, I don't know that they've ever been as fully in order as they are right now inside my terrified heart.

I don't know what I'm doing. But by the grace of God, I'm going to do it.

He has bigger hands than I do--I should let Him hold onto things from now on.

I feel so legit.

I just sent in an order for mugs.

Like, ceramic coffee mugs and travel mugs.

I'm a grownup.

The travel mugs have this kickin image on them:

















copyright Tracy Bristol

Just try to tell me you don't want to buy one.

Also, I've begun a knitting project from this set of instructional cards:




















I'm making a scarf (don't hate on the easy sounding project--this pattern is going to be crazy) in the "Margarita" style pattern. If it looks lovely when I'm done, I'll put up a picture. If not, I will hide it in shame and the scarf will never be mentioned again.

Happy Belated Anniversary!

We've been together for 1 month (and 1 day).

Well. This blog and I have been together for 1 month and 1 day. You who are reading this? You're at least a week behind.

Paper due tomorrow. Summer school paper.

*hangs head*

Thought we were done with those for a while. False.

In other news, Trinity Shakes is coming along great! I nearly forgot about class tomorrow because of it! I don't understand... My whole life I've been really good at navigating school, personal life, and other important stuff. Not this summer. I keep forgetting that I have one of the 3 going on. And usually it's the first one. Which is odd considering the fact that I have class every day for at least 2 hours. How could I forget to plan for Dr. Walsh's class?? I haven't forgotten to go to class, but I've often wondered why I'm going to bed early, or why I have Microsoft Word open, or why I can't go have lunch with the beau on a Monday morning--OH! IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE CLASS! Weird.

Following the Sartorialist's blog

Have you ever heard of the Sartorialist?



He captures mad style in the different cities that he visits.



Unique colors, shapes, styles, patterns, combos...



In other news, have I ever told you how much I want to have a child with red hair?