Disclaimer: if this attempt to record my experiences trips on the first crack of life’s sidewalk and falls flat on its face, please don’t judge me too harshly. Let it be remembered that I am not an English major, I have never kept a blog, and I own several pathetically uncompleted diaries sulking in the dresser drawers and dusty cardboard boxes of my childhood home. That being said, I do love to write; and I promise I will get myself into a wide variety of awkward, embarrassing, and possibly hilarious situations that you might enjoy reading about (if only for the purpose of mocking my pathetic life).
So. Eight more days of American life. Eight. That is a small number. In characteristic Kelsey Luoma fashion, I have barely started getting ready for this trip. I think I remember getting a packing list in the mail at some point, but I honestly could not tell you where it is (probably stuffed in a box somewhere collecting dust and wasting away in inanimate sorrow). I would feel guilty about the heinous procrastination that is just now starting to inject burning panic into my veins, but honestly the past three months of my life have allowed for little else. This summer has been a hurricane of intense life experiences: working full time, living away from home for the first time, training for (and subsequently running) a marathon, taking an EMT course, exploring the Western United States on an epic road trip, and, of course, getting ready for Costa Rica. Insane? Ridiculous? Stupid? Probably. Well, what can you do? That’s life- or my life anyway: a hectic flurry of experiences fueled by prayer and caffeine. Again, please don’t judge. Only Jesus is supposed to do that. Also, caffeine is good for you, I promise.
Well, I guess you will be hearing from me again soon! Peace out blog friends.
P.S. Today I met Helberth, my new Costa Rican home stay brother, on Facebook. Also, I learned how to laugh in Spanish: “Jajajajaja” or, if the joke is really
hilarious, “jejejejeje”.
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