I know, crazy I'm posting twice in one week. Don't worry there's a reason
behind this madness. I just drank some AMAZING coffee, De La Paz Coffee
Roasters, Mission Blend. buh-ommbb. Quite a few of us were reflecting on our
sadness to be leaving the quality of coffee in this beautiful city. I mean I
cringe at the thought of the so called 'coffee' in the DC, I pray that I will
not be subject to that.
In other news, I spent Friday night baking another Texas Sheet Cake, except
this time I actually grasped the concept of why it's called a sheet
cake, you bake it in a cookie sheet! whoa. hold up. Then I made blueberry
muffins at Sheldon's begging, pleading request. Let's just say that I went to
bed covered in flour and a mixture of baking powder. Mmm Mmm good.
Saturday, Kristyn, Rachel, Mandi and I went over to Lands End (again) and
hiked the Sutro Bath ruins and the labyrinth. I was feeling the Presidio and
possibly the bridge as well, however they were feeling food more. It was
a good 85 out. Yes you read that correctly, 85 in SF. We took the 1 down and
cut through Chinatown to North Beach and went to this amazing Italian deli
(like the little whole in the wall ones with meats hanging from the ceiling) to
get sandwiches. Then we went to Washington Square Park (which definitely has
the feel of Dolores Park, however a bit smaller and it lacks that oh so
pleasant odor of weed drifting around). Mandi and I left Kristyn and
Rachel there and we went back to her apartment.
It's been so amazing to see how God places certain people in your life for a
reason. I've barely known Mandi for 3 months, and now we're rooming together
for part of the summer. We've also found that we're alike in sooo many
ways and the conversation just comes naturally. I love when God places people
like this in my life, I become so overwhelmed by His goodness and blessings. It
was surreal to hang out at her apartment and think that I'll be living there in
just a few weeks. With the warm weather outside, it already felt like summer
and it was hard to come to terms with the fact that I needed to go back to the
house and do homework before work the next day.
Tonight, we had our final 'community worship'. This turned into a time
of many many laughs remembering our times together and quite a few tears as we
think about the reality that is facing us very, very soon. We all went
around and talked about our favorite moments with each other. It was
truly a time to recognize how everyone fit into this house, into this family.
I can't imagine leaving, I can't imagine waking up and going down to the
kitchen and not seeing David grinding his coffee, or hearing Vroselyn's laugh
echoing through the house or Sheldon cooking some new concoction in the
kitchen, or Maddie sitting behind her computer when I come through the door, or
Katie scrubbing away at the stove and unloading the dishwasher, or Carter
forgetting her key and ringing the doorbell, or Tia catapulting herself onto
her bed every night, or Kristyn getting low in the kitchen to some ghetto
music, or Rachel slowly walking downstairs minutes before class in her sweats
and her hair going everywhere, or Natasha laughing from across the dining room
table from me at work, not realizing that her music is blaring from her
earphones. We've become so close.
I think about all of the change that's been taking place at Westmont and of
everyone moving out very soon and I can't imagine having been there this
semester. It just doesn't feel right. I found such a beautiful place here, and
it's going to be painful to leave.
Home. I mentioned this in my last post, but I can't seem to get it out of my
mind. It feels normal to be here, it feels right, it feels like home. I
love that everyday proposes a new adventure, a sense of mystery and
excitement. There are so many hidden aspects to this city it amazes
me. I love that there are so many different districts that offer
something no other city can. Separate they all have their own little
quirks and local spots, but together they make up this city; they make it so
unique. I love that I can walk down one street and see 5 coffee shops,
the next street a mob of people in front of large shopping centers, that I can
pass by windows in Chinatown and see dead ducks hanging while hearing Russian
from someone next to me; I love the sound that a Clipper card makes when being
scanned on the bus, the small parks, the hiking trails, the huge buildings, the
hills, the fact that cars have to park at a 90 degree angle in order not to
roll down. A longing, a loving, a passion stirs inside me for this city.
I long to be a light, to be a voice, to be the salt. I long to pour out love in
the simplest forms of a smile, a conversation and a granola bar. I can't escape
this growing passion, it has captured my soul. I can't run from the faces I've
seen, the people I've met, the stories I've heard. I want to be here, I want to
be home.
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