What made me change my header: I walked instead of drove.

A few weeks ago Friday, I went on a walk. I had no particular destination in mind, just a clear resolution to get out of the house and away from everything, because I was frustrated with everything. This might've been because I was getting bored of work; sometimes when all you do is work and hang and sleep and work and sleep and work, you get to feeling a pattern in things, like nothing ever changes: it all goes around in circles, and the frustrations we had before we went to college, or before we went on that mission's trip, are still there. People don't always notice what you've learned, or how you've changed, and they tend to treat you. . how they've always treated you. So maybe I was also frustrated with people, whining in my mind about certain injustices, regrets, and all those other quirks and irritations that you can't quite get your head around concerning family, friends, kind-of friends, bullies, that kid who got in my face last semester, grabbed my necklace, swung me around like a bucket while I just said sorry and rolled my eyes because I couldn't believe what was happening. Man--I was stressed. Like I said, frustrated. Anything but relaxed. After I was off work (noon, because Fridays for me are half-days), I quickly set to packing numerous items for the journey I was about to take, having no clue how exactly long I'd be out for. When I had satisfied my backpack inventory, I escaped out the back door, telling no one I'd gone out except for Ryan, and emersed myself in my new surroundings. I went through the woods, passed by the apartments, nosed through the neighborhood, straddled down the street, cut around a corner, and then I was in another neighborhood. (Haha. Didn't know I was Dr. Seuss, huh?)

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And I would love to tell you about the rest of my walk, but I think I really just need to post this so I can get on to writing new entries. There it is, my sadly incomplete log of a great trip in which I found TWO twenty-dollar bills on the side of Interstate 95! I couldn't help thinking I'd found them for some higher purpose. Things like that are funny. You can never help thinking of God when something bizarre like that happens. Has anything like that ever happened to you? Well anyway, I suppose those 40 bucks have gone into paying for college. That's where I am now!