Flying in our Friendly Skies

So, here I am, stuck at Edmonton, ALBERTA! Yes, thats right folks, for all you people that have ever been to this airport, it's crap! Vending machines to accomidate my hunger...I'm eating a bag of chips for lunch! Rockin'! But they are Miss Vickies, so that is a little better.

I'm not going to lie, I love to fly, I think it's the ideal way to travel. For example, it took us, in a car, from Calgary, Alberta to Victoria, British Columbia, 2 days, broken up. It's about 12ish hours all together. Now, I flew from Victoria International Airport to Edmonton which is farther north than Calgary, and it took me an hour and 20 minutes. Which do you think I prefer? Now don't get me wrong, I loved the scenes of the rocky mountains and the wonderful wildlife and interesting sights along the way, but flying, my lands, I got a nap in, I didn't get car sick or motion sick, annnnd I'm halfway done with my trip.

Ok, so this is a lot of babbling, only because I bought a days worth of internet because I figured, hey, I'm here for a 2 hour layover, which ended up being 3 1/2 or something, might as well do something fun. You maybe asking, Sabrina, why aren't you reading a book? Well, I did that too, on the plane, and I did it on vacation. One book down, one more to go....

I enjoyed my vaca in BC as I usually do, but when it's time to go home, I guess I'm more than ready to be home. What is "home"? Well on this trip I've come to realize it's not really that I MISS Harrisonburg, or have a disconnected feeling when I'm away, but I'm more or less discussed with the fact of living out of a suitcase. So whether my home is in Harrisonburg, Washington DC, Colorado, France, doesn't matter, I'm settled when I'm not living out of a suitcase. So....I'm ready to not be on the RUN and feeling like a tourist.

Ok. I'm finished complaining and talking usless and trivial things. I'm ready to be home. the end!

Commencement has come and gone...

It's true, it has come and gone. My beloved school is my past now. Of course, I still have one semester left, but it won't be on the campus of EMU, and that is ok. The more and more I think about being in Washington DC my final semester the more I am sadened because I love EMU. I thought I'd never fall in love with a school like I did this one. Eastern Mennonite University was a place that I never wanted to go when I was searching for colleges. I never went to college, for two years. I worked. A crazy fortune of events happened soon before the fall of what would have been my third year of no education. I finally gave into the school I never wanted to be a part of. The school where my parents went, my uncles, cousins and brother before me. I know now why I love that school so much. It's beauty, it's walls of wisdom and people and community. These walls shape who I am now, and I hope that they will continue to shape me as I grow older. I want to be able to come back to this place and be proud of what I have become because of the knowledge set forth from this University.

This place in my near past has set an imprint of wisdom upon me. It has set a goal to strive to be my best and I have taught myself through this journey of my life to never give up and great things will come for those who wait and try and never give into anything. Perhaps school isn't my favorite thing to do, but maybe I'll go back, so that one day I can teach. I still think I should have been a teacher.

All is well, I'm on vacation and I can say that I'm enjoying it and looking forward to a productive summer and an exciting fall. Keep those fingers crossed that I get that one job I'm searching for!