I’ve been wanting to write since I got back to Moscow, but I
haven’t settled on a topic. There are a few random things on my mind though. I
started work and school a week after getting back and the world suddenly felt
like it was on double speed. I enjoy being busy just as much as I enjoy down
time. Too much of either can feel overwhelming or overwhelmingly boring. There
is a healthy balance. Anyway, this year I have come to appreciate meals. That
sounds kind of strange. What I mean is I’ve thoroughly enjoyed taking the time
to cook balanced meals for myself. When life is moving a million miles per
hour, it becomes easy to forget meals or resort to junky, processed, cardboard
food. College students easily fall into these habits, including myself last
year. When you have homework to do, places to be, and a tight budget, it can be
hard to justify taking the time to cook a meal, sit at a table, and focus on
appreciating what God has provided for you. This is what I have come to love
this first month I have been back. I can’t say I am able to do this every day,
but finding the time a few times a week has drastically improved my low moods.
Another thing is cleaning. Is it possible to completely run
out of things to clean? Apparently. The first week I was back, I had nothing on
my to-do list. Everyone I knew in town was at school or work. I found myself
deep cleaning every inch of our apartment. I dedicated one afternoon to just deep
cleaning our vacuum, so that I could do more cleaning with that vacuum, and then
clean the vacuum again. I’m not an excessive clean freak, but I had nothing to
do and the place needed a scrub down anyway. Also, I like creating a home. It helps
that being in a nice place motivates you to want to take care of it better
(unlike a mold infested apartment). Although I haven’t had an abundance of time
to clean as much as I want to, I’ve continued doing it daily just because it
feels good. Yes, I have other things to do too, but it’s a nice break. It’s also a great way to do something nice for your housemates.
Although, I have managed to take on a “mom role” in this apartment. I’m not
complaining yet (except for the occasional “I feel like an underappreciated
mom” joke), but I’ll check back with you after being the mom of two juniors in
the coming months.
Lastly, a short tale that Charli has titled “The Song of
Semis.” In this story, semi represents both semi-trucks and semi-made plans.
Charli, Rachel, and I had been planning to go camping for a few weeks. I use
the word “planning” loosely, because we didn’t plan just about anything besides
the dates. We figured out what we needed and went grocery shopping the night
before. Likewise, we frantically looked for campsites an hour after the time we
planned to head to CDA. Needless to say, the options were very limited. We
found a campsite that promised trees for our hammocks and finally headed up. It
was dark as we tried to navigate the seemingly roadless campground. The tent
site had no trees. Well, I take that back. It had a few BABY trees (I’m talking
two feet high) growing along the edge of a creek. Oh, and did I mention that
this campground was right next to a highway? Cue the song of semis, all night.
By this point we said screw it and took it upon ourselves to claim a different
tent site a few spaces down with three small trees. It was actually cute
because our hammocks formed a triangle and we built a small comfy space in the
middle to all lay down together. I was skeptical that the small, creaking trees
would hold our (my) weight, but we managed not to break any branches. However, we
discovered the following morning that the trees had small fruit berries on
them. They had fallen all over us throughout the night. I realized this too
late as I sat up in my hammock and a few rolled under my butt and squished onto
me. I looked like an old granny as I tried to clean my baggy pants with a
napkin.
We spent all of Saturday at Tubbs Hill. It was my first time
there and now I’m kind of sad that I went so late in the year. It was
absolutely amazing. Along with a super fun hike, the little beach spots were
fantastic. We relaxed on the rocks, read, and ate a packed lunch together. In
between all of this, we got to swim in the lake which was surprisingly warm. I
could have swam all day if The City of God hadn’t pressured me into getting
out. It was altogether a fantastic day full of belly laughs, sweet fruit, cute
dogs, and goofy photos. With dusk approaching, we decided to head out (with a
quick detour for ice cream of course) to our next camping spot. This one was to
be much more promising than the first because it was recommended by some
friends. It was a million times better. Remote, beautiful tall trees, and right
by the lake. We weren’t allowed to use hammocks, so we made a bed with all our
blankets and the girls built a fort around us with the hammock straps. When we
looked up from our cozy bed, several tall pine trees stretched to a point above
our heads. Not sure if that accurately describes it, but it formed a circle
around our little spot and it was beautiful. We woke up early, ate homemade
chocolate chip banana bread, and headed out for the late service at Trinity. It
was a beautiful weekend and that’s all I have to say.
