"Our roots determine our routes"

I think I read this at the end of the Wes Moore story, and it stuck with me.  I find truth in this statement, but I also think its the protection, nourishment, and conditions of the environment in which the roots are planted.  I cannot wait to see where my routes take me.

As I drove into my neighborhood today and it smelled like Lancaster in the spring mixed with skunk road kill, I decided it was time to complain a little bit about where I live.  The entire city smelled today, I am assuming because of some farming going on, but it particularly smelled at our apartment complex.  Yesterday, I couldn’t even get home because there was a fire at the old farmers market and the only access road to my apartment was blocked off.  I drove around trying to find the secret entrance until I gave up, yelled a little bit on the phone with Shanice, and then finally she came to save me.  Our dishwasher broke and I am not sure when it will be in the top of the to-do list for Maintenance.  My ceiling fan makes a funny noise, but I have to sleep with it on because then I don’t hear the condensing units directly outside my window.  Also, I cannot open my window and get fresh air for the same reason.  My building is right by the exit gate, so I have to drive around the entire complex to get home.  My neighbor with whom I share a wall enjoys blasting his music at 9:30 on Monday nights, cranking up the bass enough to shake the blinds on my window.  The internet is awfully slow.  I shouldn’t even get started on what traffic is like on football game days.  People swarm out apartments and the surrounding area, walking in the middle of the road and leaving a lot of trash behind.  Amanda and I have decided to leave a change of clothes and a toothbrush in our cars just in case we really can’t get home one evening.  Good thing I keep my sleeping bag in the trunk.  At least the fair has packed up and left.  The pool was closed more than it was open.  We have a front porch, but there is a fence around it so high that we cannot put normal furniture out there, therefore the porch is basically imaginary.  To close my rambling complaint, I would like to apologize because I should be thankful that I even have a roof over my head and a bed (whether it’s like sleeping on a rock at the Pinnacle or not).  One boy who I work with told me that there are 8 people living in his two-bedroom house and he sleeps on the floor every night.  Columbia, SC may have up to 1,500 daily homeless people.
I am concerned about homelessness in our country.

Me and my mocha!

        I ate at Lizard’s Thicket for the first time. 

            I decided that I shouldn’t ever teach middle school. 

            I bought acrylic paint with money from my savings.

I have added things to my bucket list but have not checked anything off.

I always think tomorrow is Friday.

I got 3 books about teaching at the library yesterday.

I think about coffee a lot.

I think about my college friends a lot.

I think about my family a lot.

I think about my future a lot.

I am already sick of wearing the same thing everyday and I have until June 2^nd.

I wish Boy Meets World was on at a different time.

I want to play ultimate…all the time.

I want my sisters to come visit me when my parents come in 2 weeks!
I am almost 23 years old and there’s oodles I want to do.

Elvis and I at a sweet thrift shop!

 Song of the day: "Simple As It Should Be" - Tristan Prettyman