It's crazy to think that my first week of classes are already over. I'm here. Throughout this week, I've had to constantly pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. I love it here. I love reading on my balcony overlooking the ocean and longboarding bare foot across campus. I love that my professors use the Bible to make their points. I love worship every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday where I can just stop in the middle of my day and refocus on Him. I love being silly with my friends and just having fun living my life. I'm not so in love with the food in the cafeteria, but it's a small price I'm willing to pay.
When I first got here, it was a little overwhelming. Everyone knows everyone here, and it felt a lot like high school. No more sweats and t shirts to class. Looking good seems to be a fairly high priority here which will take some getting use to. Classes are very small and some of my professors already know my name. I constantly get to look out at the ocean (except when there's fog). I'm beginning to feel more and more comfortable here as time goes on though.
Wednesday, a big group of us went to see a John Mayer concert in Chula Vista. John Mayer is by far my favorite, so this was like a dream come true. It was so nice to just lay out on the grass with a bunch of friends and hear him play. I also learned that soy sauce and white shorts are not a good combination. I was fortunate enough to experience this right as we pulled into the parking lot, so I was wrapped in a blanket for the entire concert. (The stain came out.) I'm excited to see what this weekend will bring.
God really does provide. I have no doubt in my mind that this is where He wants me, and I can't wait for Him to mold and shape me here. My friend asked me the other day if my tattoo (I finally got it finished) was worth it, and I hesitated a little thinking about the money I spent and what I could have used it for. But then I realized that's what my tattoo is about. My treasure is in heaven, and God will always take care of His children. Why stress or worry? God has done something that I thought was out of reach. He brought me here. His arm is much longer than mine, so why should I bother reaching for anything other than Him?
