After four years of living in an apartment on a college campus, and seven and a half months of living with my long-suffering brother and sister-in-law and their family, I have moved into my own place!
This is super exciting for me. This is the first place I feel is actually all MINE!
I can paint, I can decorate the walls, I can even garden if I want to! I can really make it my own.
I am the proud renter of a two-bedroom/one bathroom townhouse. It feels large to me....probably because its just me and Lucy, and I don't yet own a couch. And also because I still have half a storage unit full of junk that needs to be placed in my townhouse. But for right now, it feels spacious and amazing!
The kitchen is small but has lots of cabinet space, which absolutely thrills me. Under the stairs is a Harry Potter Cupboard. No lie, a child could literally make it his or her bedroom. An adult can almost stand up in it, however, my friend Angel demonstrated that if an adult tries they will probably hit their head on the light fixture. My nephew Dillon found this closet and remained inside of it the whole while his father and I moved boxes into my place. I opened the door to find him standing on my small ironing board which I quickly hollered at him to get off of, as I heard it creaking under his weight. He looked at me, explaining he thought it was "one of those boards where you go down the snowy mountain on." He meant a snowboard, and I had to give him credit....it did kind of look like a snowboard.
Dillon has claimed the closet as his, and wants to sleep in there. And I didn't have the heart to tell him the next time he visited, it would probably be filled with Christmas decorations, childhood scrapbooks and a vacuum cleaner.
I still have tons of unpacking to do, and household items to buy, but I feel like I am finally an adult. I have my own home.
It's a great feeling!!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I'm a Gupi !!
I was driving to work this morning, thinking about the recent events in the legal world, and what those ramifications would mean for a woman who may or may not be guilty of murdering her child. I have my opinions, as we all do....but I won't open up that can of worms. What made me pause was that I realized, with stunning clarity, I am a guilty-until-proven-innocent type of person (herein, GUPI). I believe there are two types of people....the innocent-until-proven-guilty (IUPG), and the previously stated GUPI.
I had to stop and think how I felt about being a self-labeled GUPI, which could also translate to among other things, a cynic, skeptic, or pessimist.
Now, let me interject right there....I am not a negative person who walks around thinking the worst of people. I happen to think I'm pretty friendly (aside from the fact that I seem to clam up vocally and revert to childlike maniacal laughter anytime anyone from the opposite sex tries to talk to me, which I found out from some friends is a more normal occurrence in my gender than I previously thought and makes me feel not so alone in my ridiculousness), but I'm also outgoing once you get to know me. Yes, I have a very large personal space bubble, and tend to be a bit of a germophobe....but I am generally happy with my life, content with the circumstances and play well with others. So when I say I'm a GUPI, that means I sit back and wait to see if the person in front of me has an ulterior motive before I trust them with anything of importance to me. Is this a bad idea? Is this wrong? What would Jesus think of this?
These were all questions I contemplated on the drive to work.
There's an old adage....if it looks like a duck, quack likes a duck, it's probably a duck! I think that is truly one of the most brilliant proverbs ever....because its so true. If someone acts like a jerk, talks like a jerk....he or she is probably a jerk! This isn't rocket science.
So my main question to myself was, is it okay for me to be a GUPI? Is this a spiritual issue that I need to pray about? Does this hinder me from loving people or forgiving them? Is it okay to mentally require that people prove themselves to me?
I'm still pondering all of this and don't really have a solid answer....I guess this is what it means when the Word says you must walk out your salvation. We wrestle with the tough questions so that eventually we can finish the race, and finish it well.
I had to stop and think how I felt about being a self-labeled GUPI, which could also translate to among other things, a cynic, skeptic, or pessimist.
Now, let me interject right there....I am not a negative person who walks around thinking the worst of people. I happen to think I'm pretty friendly (aside from the fact that I seem to clam up vocally and revert to childlike maniacal laughter anytime anyone from the opposite sex tries to talk to me, which I found out from some friends is a more normal occurrence in my gender than I previously thought and makes me feel not so alone in my ridiculousness), but I'm also outgoing once you get to know me. Yes, I have a very large personal space bubble, and tend to be a bit of a germophobe....but I am generally happy with my life, content with the circumstances and play well with others. So when I say I'm a GUPI, that means I sit back and wait to see if the person in front of me has an ulterior motive before I trust them with anything of importance to me. Is this a bad idea? Is this wrong? What would Jesus think of this?
These were all questions I contemplated on the drive to work.
There's an old adage....if it looks like a duck, quack likes a duck, it's probably a duck! I think that is truly one of the most brilliant proverbs ever....because its so true. If someone acts like a jerk, talks like a jerk....he or she is probably a jerk! This isn't rocket science.
So my main question to myself was, is it okay for me to be a GUPI? Is this a spiritual issue that I need to pray about? Does this hinder me from loving people or forgiving them? Is it okay to mentally require that people prove themselves to me?
I'm still pondering all of this and don't really have a solid answer....I guess this is what it means when the Word says you must walk out your salvation. We wrestle with the tough questions so that eventually we can finish the race, and finish it well.
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