Today was such an eventful and interesting day! We woke up in our adorable B&B to a full and gracefully prepared Irish breakfast. We had tea, bacon... Irish bacon (once you've had it you'll understand its different), eggs, three diffent types of break with butter and two different spreads. We had cottage cheese with three different fruits. We have four different cereals, freshly squeezed orange juice and milk. We had sauted mushrooms and omelets with cheese and the most amazing tasting tomatoes you'll ever have the pleasure of tasting. We had sausage and a mystery meat that was quite divine. We had thingys and doodads, we had it all! So delicious. We then bade our wonderful hostess Camel goodbye and made our way to Killarney national park!
It was beautiful! We stopped every 5 minutes to take "just one more picture". This continued for a few hours. Its just amazing in every direction, everywhere you look. And of course, wouldnt you know it, we found ourselves another castle ruin. This one on the side of the road behind a very poorly maintained fence that hasnt held anybody back since the 1970's, so we of course could not be left out. We found ourselves exploring the ruins as im sure ever visitor and teenager has in the last 40 years. It is a beautifully preserved castle, im sure only preserved as it is from natural foliage cover. Ivey and ferns covered and lined the walls and moss covered the floor. It was straight out of a fairytale to be sure.
We continued our drive, as well as continued to stop every few minutes. We continued to round a bend or come up over a hill and just be wowed all over again. Not to mention the leaves are starting to change, so it just makes it THAT much more amazing and beautiful. How could we be so lucky as to truly be enjoying such an amazing place like this?
Well... as always, tradgedy struck. A rude, or more likely oblivous bus driver hogging both lanes that dont really exist ran us off the road and into a jagged rock, slicing open our tire. After a struggle to figure out the foreign car jack, we finally got the spare on. On the plus side my sister finally learned how to replace a tire! We called the car rental company, and because I am paying the $5/day for tire and glass coverage, they will fully refund me for the tire replacement. The only downside is I have to take the time out of my day tomorrow to go and get that fixed.
After this short mishap, I was left in a rather grumpy mood, so we set our sights on the downtown area, having heard that the big finale of a huge tournament was supposed to be happening. However we got distracted and found ourselves standing at the base of Ross Castle! What an absolutely stunning and beautiful castle. I had seen pictures and had started to opt to skip it, and what a crazy thought that was. I dont know if I was having a stroke of stupid or what, but how grateful am I that we did not miss it! It ended up being one of our absolute favorite parts so far. So for $5 (for the two of us!) we got an absolutely phenomenal hour tour of this grand castle. Having been a tour guide myself I tend to be a bit harsh on my judgement of other tour guides, however this wonderful kind Irish lady was fantastic, knew her stuff, was confident and oh so kind. Thanks a million darlin! We learned so much and had a truly enjoyable time moving from room to room to room learning the history, what the rooms were used for, how they were made, why they were the way they were, etc. And as two people who love that kind of thing, we were simply in heaven. It had a great tower with a wonderful spiral staircase that led to the top- what a view! Unfortunetly photos were not permitted in this historical landmark, but it is not something I will forget. I will hold those images dear to my heart and mind forever. And just to let you know, I would gladly pay double... no triple what I paid for the same experience. Loved it!
So after that wonderful experience we were indeed pretty hungry- so we did find ourselves downtown just in time for the game. The pubs were roaring with activity and excitement, the town festive. The streets were lined with flags and decorations, nearly every person had on a jersey and most festive painted faces. Street vendors were out offering cheap goodies and virtually every store had its doors open and tv playing so you could wander through the town and still not miss a beat! It was quite a unique experience to watch these people celebrate! They would wander pub to pub, store to store, guiness glass in hand, gretting everyone they met, hooting and hollaring, enjoying themselves and supporting their town (Killarney is based in County Kerry. The game was Gaelic Football, Kerry vs. Donegal. Gaelic football is this overly exciting sport with little rules. You can push, shove, block, trip, punch gravel with anyone. You have a soccerball type object in which you can kick, hold, dribble, pass, bounce, throw... anything. You basically are only allowed to take four steps while holding the ball before you literally have to do SOMETHING with it. So they often run at full speed while bounding this ball off their moving feet, or drible it like a basketball, or bounce it off their opponents heads, or whatever! They then must score either between two football like fork spokes or in a soccer like net underneath. It is a truly interesting and fun game to watch- and I would personally love to learn to play!). We did ultimately find ourselves a quieter pub to enjoy a delicious meal and watch the game while privately trying to figure out how it worked, then made our way over to a lively pub simply to enjoy the festivities for a while.
We then made our way to tonights B&B. After arriving at another adorable place on the outskirts of town with a beautiful view of the mountains and lough (lake) we settled in for a quick nap. But not before we discovered the overwhelmingly comfortable beds (that I am currently denying myself sleep in) and the imaculate... may I say IMACULATE cleanliness of the place. We then awoke ourselves and hopped on over to the locals pub to enjoy a nice night of music and desert. I had the most delicious thing I have ever had. I really earnestly wish I could remember what it was called. It started with a B and it was supposed to be a BERRY, but it was a pie that tasted caramel like. We ended up having a fun and lively conversation with the folks at the next table before returning home and heading to bed, which is where I must depart you and set myself to.
Tomorrow... a quick tire change and then Gap of Dunloe and then TO THE BEACH!
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Day TWO in Ireland... Sheep doin' their sheep thang!
Day two! or day one... it really depends on how you look at it. We only had a few short horrible hours in Cork, mostly in the dull damp depressing darkness. So waking up and getting out of town was the first thing on my list! Which we did, never looking back. Im sure that Cork is actually a fantastic place, but it did not leave a great impression on us and we were glad to leave. HOWEVER. That was the end of our dislike. The second we got out away from Cork and headed towards Cobh, a city on the coast, we started to fall in love with Ireland. It diddnt take long and we fell fast, so fast that we were ready to be hitched by the time we reached Cobh, about a 20 minute drive. On the way there we passed rolling green hills and fantastic countryside... little did we know that would be NOTHING compared to what we would see later! We had got up and left early, thinking we would hit up the ATM and find a place for breakfast upon reaching Cobh. We left "early" at 8. Placing us arriving in Cobh roughly 25 minutes later. Little did we know, and surely did we discover, that Ireland simple doesnt do early. Ireland doesnt wake up until a good 9... usually 11 o clock. So when we showed up looking for food, we were sorely disappointed to discover not only was there nothing open, but there was no one about! So we found a free parking area and set out, wandering the wet streets, ohhhing and awweeing over the pretty and artistic streets lined with colorful houses and storefronts- a refreshing offset to the damp grey clouds and chilly misty air. We did ultimately find a little dive open at about 9, went inside and got a small breakfast. This was our first taste of true Irish hospitality! We ordered wraps (the only breakfasty items they seemed to offer was a salmon bagel... no... just no). After we paid and sat down we noticed a young man run out of the store, only to return a few minutes later with a few grocery bags in hand. 10 minutes later we had our food- aparently they had to run out to purchase goods for our meal! I felt awful, but what are you to do? Its not at all customary to tip, so we simply offered a heartfelt thank you and were on our way, and referred people to them later!
We made our way to the Titanic Experience center. Cobh had been the very last stop for the famous Titanic years ago. She picked up 123 passengers and then sailed on her maiden voyage across the Atlantic- never to complete her journey due to unfortunate conditions, an iceberg and an over confident captain sailing the vessel far to fast. The original ticket center there in Cobh is still standing- and has since been converted into a tourist attraction of sorts. We paid the E.10 or whatever it was and had ourselves a very memorable experience. They gave us "tickets" with a passengers name on them. Mine was for a Roger Tobin, a 22 year old male who sailed in 3rd class. It was only ironic I got someone who matched my own identity, but it definitely made the experience more personal. We were then guided through a relatively short deal where we "boarded the ship" "met the captain" and were escorted to our "rooms". We viewed the menu for the evening and even took a sneak peek at the 1st class cabins- my were they impressive! We then took a step out on the deck and viewed the original dock from whence the Titanic sailed away from land for the very last time. We then were escorted back inside to a historical room filled with some artifacts retrieved from the ship. Here we also did research on our given name, and ultimately discovered the fate of them. Roger Tobin was lost at sea, never to be found. However his two friends he was traveling with, both females of the same age, survived, and they credit Roger for saving them. It was a touching and memorable experience, one I would gladly do again if only for the humbling and perspective altering experience of it all.
After clearing a few tears, we did leave Cobh and headed back towards Cork, but only to pass by it enroute for Kenmare. But we did decide to take the scenic route, taking us down along the coast by Kinsale, Clonakilty and more. However our lovely GPS had different intentions. We did make it to Kinsale, however somewhere between there and our next coast destination she made decisions that led us on a horribly wrong path. We were not upset, however. Kinsale was a wonderful little town filled with rude french tourist. They grunted at us the whole time and absolutely refused to budge and inch to allow us to move our car. We literally had to sit and wait until they decided they were darn good and ready. I wasnt about to nudge them with my car, though I had a good mind to! After Kinsale we found ourselves SOMEWHERE along the line, not really sure where. We stumbled upon a few small towns, found some adorable old churches and even a few castle ruins. We even found an amazing place called Charles Fort- an old, well, fort that is well preserved. So for a few dollars we were allowed to crawl all over and inspect the fantastic rustic ruins of what was. It was very interested and neat! We discovered amazing countryside and beautiful scenery. We were not upset by our deviation. We even found ourselves nearly picking up a hitchhiker (actually two) but by the time we swung around to get them, they had already been picked up. So far no reports of a murder.
Somehow we ended up on a mountainous road that was definitely not a one way road, much less two. It looked more like a horse trail, but we followed it up and over a mountain- lending us some of the most gorgeous views we have set to date. Finally flooow, our GPS, did manage to find us in Kenmare, our destination.
However our adventure surely did not stop there. Oh no. We spent the next two lovely hours driving all over Kenmare and back, through Kenmares backroads and even beyond looking for our Bed and Breakfast. We tried to call, we tried to search we even found a wifi hotspot and tried that, to no avail. At this point we were both so hungy and so tired and so in need of a restroom we finally planted the car downtown and hit to the stores in search of a restroom. Well of course it was late enough that all the decent ones were closed- and the few that were open to cater to the tourists were for "guests only" so we finally happened ourselves upon a lovely B&B owner whos place was right downtown who let us in to relieve ourselves and then gave us fine directions to our place that night. We finally found our way to the most adorable little thatched roof cottage youve probably never seen but dreamed of.
Our hostess was the kindest of all kind ladies. Sweet as iced tea I would say. A round and friendly women who was warm as freshly baked bread invited us in and offered coffee or tea, and showed us to the most adorable room. Hand carved beds, stands, cloths chest, lamps etc. Just romantic and incredibly warm and welcoming. She invited us in and then guided us in the right direction for some good food and night time entertainment. We made our way back to town- the right side of town this time and had a wonderful evening with fantastic music, really tastey food and friendly folks.
Making our way back we enjoyed a relaxing evening and a restful nights sleep in more than adequate beds.
So in all we had an amazing day! So wonderful and fantastic, Ireland is truly the most amazing place I have ever been. Sure we may have had a few negative experiences, but they were liked grains of sand in an ocean of wonderful bliss, so friendly and nice and warm and kind and amazing and beautiful and tastey and good and whole and green and... splendid!
oh... and the sheep! We found ourselves a little hillside covered in sheep doing their sheep thing, which is making adorable noises and prancing about- it pretty much made my day!
We made our way to the Titanic Experience center. Cobh had been the very last stop for the famous Titanic years ago. She picked up 123 passengers and then sailed on her maiden voyage across the Atlantic- never to complete her journey due to unfortunate conditions, an iceberg and an over confident captain sailing the vessel far to fast. The original ticket center there in Cobh is still standing- and has since been converted into a tourist attraction of sorts. We paid the E.10 or whatever it was and had ourselves a very memorable experience. They gave us "tickets" with a passengers name on them. Mine was for a Roger Tobin, a 22 year old male who sailed in 3rd class. It was only ironic I got someone who matched my own identity, but it definitely made the experience more personal. We were then guided through a relatively short deal where we "boarded the ship" "met the captain" and were escorted to our "rooms". We viewed the menu for the evening and even took a sneak peek at the 1st class cabins- my were they impressive! We then took a step out on the deck and viewed the original dock from whence the Titanic sailed away from land for the very last time. We then were escorted back inside to a historical room filled with some artifacts retrieved from the ship. Here we also did research on our given name, and ultimately discovered the fate of them. Roger Tobin was lost at sea, never to be found. However his two friends he was traveling with, both females of the same age, survived, and they credit Roger for saving them. It was a touching and memorable experience, one I would gladly do again if only for the humbling and perspective altering experience of it all.
After clearing a few tears, we did leave Cobh and headed back towards Cork, but only to pass by it enroute for Kenmare. But we did decide to take the scenic route, taking us down along the coast by Kinsale, Clonakilty and more. However our lovely GPS had different intentions. We did make it to Kinsale, however somewhere between there and our next coast destination she made decisions that led us on a horribly wrong path. We were not upset, however. Kinsale was a wonderful little town filled with rude french tourist. They grunted at us the whole time and absolutely refused to budge and inch to allow us to move our car. We literally had to sit and wait until they decided they were darn good and ready. I wasnt about to nudge them with my car, though I had a good mind to! After Kinsale we found ourselves SOMEWHERE along the line, not really sure where. We stumbled upon a few small towns, found some adorable old churches and even a few castle ruins. We even found an amazing place called Charles Fort- an old, well, fort that is well preserved. So for a few dollars we were allowed to crawl all over and inspect the fantastic rustic ruins of what was. It was very interested and neat! We discovered amazing countryside and beautiful scenery. We were not upset by our deviation. We even found ourselves nearly picking up a hitchhiker (actually two) but by the time we swung around to get them, they had already been picked up. So far no reports of a murder.
Somehow we ended up on a mountainous road that was definitely not a one way road, much less two. It looked more like a horse trail, but we followed it up and over a mountain- lending us some of the most gorgeous views we have set to date. Finally flooow, our GPS, did manage to find us in Kenmare, our destination.
However our adventure surely did not stop there. Oh no. We spent the next two lovely hours driving all over Kenmare and back, through Kenmares backroads and even beyond looking for our Bed and Breakfast. We tried to call, we tried to search we even found a wifi hotspot and tried that, to no avail. At this point we were both so hungy and so tired and so in need of a restroom we finally planted the car downtown and hit to the stores in search of a restroom. Well of course it was late enough that all the decent ones were closed- and the few that were open to cater to the tourists were for "guests only" so we finally happened ourselves upon a lovely B&B owner whos place was right downtown who let us in to relieve ourselves and then gave us fine directions to our place that night. We finally found our way to the most adorable little thatched roof cottage youve probably never seen but dreamed of.
Our hostess was the kindest of all kind ladies. Sweet as iced tea I would say. A round and friendly women who was warm as freshly baked bread invited us in and offered coffee or tea, and showed us to the most adorable room. Hand carved beds, stands, cloths chest, lamps etc. Just romantic and incredibly warm and welcoming. She invited us in and then guided us in the right direction for some good food and night time entertainment. We made our way back to town- the right side of town this time and had a wonderful evening with fantastic music, really tastey food and friendly folks.
Making our way back we enjoyed a relaxing evening and a restful nights sleep in more than adequate beds.
So in all we had an amazing day! So wonderful and fantastic, Ireland is truly the most amazing place I have ever been. Sure we may have had a few negative experiences, but they were liked grains of sand in an ocean of wonderful bliss, so friendly and nice and warm and kind and amazing and beautiful and tastey and good and whole and green and... splendid!
oh... and the sheep! We found ourselves a little hillside covered in sheep doing their sheep thing, which is making adorable noises and prancing about- it pretty much made my day!
Friday, September 19, 2014
First day in Ireland!
We have only been here a few hours, but so much has happened. Our whole adventure started with the ride to the airport! A friend took us- mind you this friend is an Aussie who grew up in Africa, so his driving technique is a bit different than the traditional methods. After getting turned around and taking us through little india on the backside of Chicago, nearly crashing and breaking more than a few laws, we finally ALMOST make it when we crash through a gate- leaving me screaming and our friend laughing... anyways we finally got to the United Airlines terminal where we were able to fly through security with minimal effort and be on our way. The flight was of course long, however the seating was 2-4-2 so we had our own little area on the side of the plane- probably a good thing because for the first while we were a giggly mess. A "dinner" and "breakfast" were provided... yum... Sleeping on the plane was of course a difficult thing. Off and on, off and on. Its hard to get comfortable when you have an inconsiderate person sitting in front of you who leans back ALL THE WAY. But I figured they needed the rest more than I needed comfort and let it be.
We finally landed in London and were able to breeze through immigration. No biggie at all. We then quickly located the underground system, purchased tickets and hopped on the Tube. 45 minutes later we found ourselves emerging from the dark caves of the London underground into the incredibly busy Piccadilly Circus- an area of downtown London just bustling with activity. From there we were L-O-S-T. After consulting one to many maps, we finally decided to simply strike out and head for locations by sight. Good thing to! We found our way quickly and soon found ourselves in the heart of history and amazing architecture. Its almost overwhelming. Towering cathedrals and big ben, the London bridge and the river. London was such a beautiful city, what bit we saw of it. We had our fill and were tired of walking- we were afraid of running out of time you see so we had pounded the streets hard to make sure we saw all we could, so we actually ended up seeing all we had planned to quite quickly, so we wandered our way back to the underground for another 45 minute trek back to the airport. Once back we breezed through security in five minutes and ended up having about two hours to wait. I attribute the ease of travel to the time of year!
After another hour flight from London Heathrow to Cork Ireland, we once again breezed through immigration. Were talking 5 minutes folks! Then another two minutes to collect baggage and maybe about ten to collect rental car and we were out the door! A very simple and smooth process! Upon wandering through the rental car parking lot, we found our (not so compact) "compact diesel", but its a beautiful little car! Hopped in (on the wrong side...) and headed for our hotel only 5 minutes down the road! Or so we thought...
Driving on the opposite side of the car is fine and dandy, that I was able to master quickly, however the opposite side of the road posses a much bigger issue! Cork, as it turns out, is a bustling college town with lovely drivers all over. This resulted in one to many small quibbles between navigator and driver, yelling at the gps, a few slammed brakes, curbs ran over, stop signs blown through and a very very stressed Houston. Our GPS of course did not take us to the right place - she got us close, but not right on. Its dark, its rainy, im driving on the other side of the road, im freaking out and my GPS continues to say in a meloncholy voice "at the next intersection turn right". SHUT UP. We finally stop for directions, make the loop twice, STILL cant find our hotel. We call, get directions, STILL cant find it. We end up ringing some poor families doorbell far to late at night only to be told the place we were looking for is next door. Great! However... there is no parking. So we had to loop around twice more, park on the street and walk up and down, up and down until we find this little alley that is the deemed hotel parking. Finally, finally finally! At this point im near a premature heart attack, we are exhausted from 36 hours of travel and we are starving because the last thing we have eatn was that pathetic "breakfast" on the flight. We make our way to our room (which turns out to be a tiny dorm-room style room with two bunkbeds... but I digress). And after hitting the sack exhausted, I have now awoken after only a handful hours of sleep because my time clock is all sorts of backwards!
So that was OUR first experience! It was great, overal, just a bit nerve wrecking! Later today we have a LOAD planned- I cant wait!
We finally landed in London and were able to breeze through immigration. No biggie at all. We then quickly located the underground system, purchased tickets and hopped on the Tube. 45 minutes later we found ourselves emerging from the dark caves of the London underground into the incredibly busy Piccadilly Circus- an area of downtown London just bustling with activity. From there we were L-O-S-T. After consulting one to many maps, we finally decided to simply strike out and head for locations by sight. Good thing to! We found our way quickly and soon found ourselves in the heart of history and amazing architecture. Its almost overwhelming. Towering cathedrals and big ben, the London bridge and the river. London was such a beautiful city, what bit we saw of it. We had our fill and were tired of walking- we were afraid of running out of time you see so we had pounded the streets hard to make sure we saw all we could, so we actually ended up seeing all we had planned to quite quickly, so we wandered our way back to the underground for another 45 minute trek back to the airport. Once back we breezed through security in five minutes and ended up having about two hours to wait. I attribute the ease of travel to the time of year!
After another hour flight from London Heathrow to Cork Ireland, we once again breezed through immigration. Were talking 5 minutes folks! Then another two minutes to collect baggage and maybe about ten to collect rental car and we were out the door! A very simple and smooth process! Upon wandering through the rental car parking lot, we found our (not so compact) "compact diesel", but its a beautiful little car! Hopped in (on the wrong side...) and headed for our hotel only 5 minutes down the road! Or so we thought...
Driving on the opposite side of the car is fine and dandy, that I was able to master quickly, however the opposite side of the road posses a much bigger issue! Cork, as it turns out, is a bustling college town with lovely drivers all over. This resulted in one to many small quibbles between navigator and driver, yelling at the gps, a few slammed brakes, curbs ran over, stop signs blown through and a very very stressed Houston. Our GPS of course did not take us to the right place - she got us close, but not right on. Its dark, its rainy, im driving on the other side of the road, im freaking out and my GPS continues to say in a meloncholy voice "at the next intersection turn right". SHUT UP. We finally stop for directions, make the loop twice, STILL cant find our hotel. We call, get directions, STILL cant find it. We end up ringing some poor families doorbell far to late at night only to be told the place we were looking for is next door. Great! However... there is no parking. So we had to loop around twice more, park on the street and walk up and down, up and down until we find this little alley that is the deemed hotel parking. Finally, finally finally! At this point im near a premature heart attack, we are exhausted from 36 hours of travel and we are starving because the last thing we have eatn was that pathetic "breakfast" on the flight. We make our way to our room (which turns out to be a tiny dorm-room style room with two bunkbeds... but I digress). And after hitting the sack exhausted, I have now awoken after only a handful hours of sleep because my time clock is all sorts of backwards!
So that was OUR first experience! It was great, overal, just a bit nerve wrecking! Later today we have a LOAD planned- I cant wait!
Saturday, August 30, 2014
I remember.
Sometimes when I meet someone and they learn how many times I have moved they express sympathy. Moving a lot can be difficult yes, and I've definitely experienced enough heart ache because of it. But then there are night like tonight when I remember of all the people I have met and all the experiences ive had and that pain seeps away and is replaced by gratitude and... near excitement at the mere memory of it all. For me, the hardest part about moving about is remembering to let go all those people I have grown to love in the period of time I knew them.
Sometimes I wish I could have simply stayed in one place, but then I remember;
I remember Georgia- hiking stone mountain, driving a porche for the first time, being lovingly accepted by the young adults there, driving through those tall pines covered in snow and my first gingerbread house. I remember going to my very first... and second prom there, with the same gal! And I remember seeing how many burgers we could eat at wendy's. And I remember the time spent at the Mission Presidents home- little did he and his family know the influence they would have on me. I remember being to stubborn to wear church apparel and showing up in blue jeans- and I also remember them acting as though they diddnt notice. I remember working at the Bishops Storehouse and the way that made me feel, the overwhelming sense of service and love for those I diddnt even know. I remember being enveloped in love. I remember discovering my true testimony, sharing it for the first time, and using it to decide to go on a mission myself. I remember the way those tall pines and welcoming young adults changed my life.
I remember Tenneessee- the place I will always think of as home. I remember the rolling green hills and the endless pasture land. I remember the town that started off as nothing more than a blink that has grown into a metropolis. I remember the heartache of a first crush... of a first love. I remember the trepidition of a first date. I remember learning how to drive... and ultimately my first car accident. I remember not one, not two or three or even four, but five homes I knew there. I remember the mistakes I made there- and the power of the Atonement I learned. I remember the pain I experienced at the hand of others... and the lesson in forgiveness that followed. I remember driving around at early hours in the morning, windows down and music loud. I remember fireflies. I remember discovering who I was, and figuring out who I wanted to become. I remember the smell of home.
I remember California- somewhere that will always hold my heart. I remember the trials I faced and the lessons learned. I remember the frustration I experienced- and the patience I learned. I remember the magnified testimony I gained- and my appreciation and graditude in the Atonement deepened. I remember friends gained and friends lost. I remember loved ones lost. I remember the feeling of selflessness. I remember being the best I could possibly be. I remembered the humility I tried to perfect in myself. I remember learning to love myself. I remember the happiness I found that I never knew was possible. I remember those people I grew to love in the most pure and selfless way, and the pain that I am not as close to them now as I was at one time. I remember those people who have forever changed my life. I remember being a disciple of Christ.
I remember Idaho- where I first discovered my problem with depression. I remember my struggle with math. I remember a huge heartbreak. I remember laying out under summer skies with a beautiful girl. I remember endless movie nights wrapped up in a blanket with the same girl. I remember feeling accomplished over a "defeated" semester. I remember the helplessness I felt while trying to figure out where to go next in my life. I remember the humility I tried to continually improve. I remember learning how to drive a bulldozer. I remember learning how to build a patio. I remember bridge jumping into the snake river. I remember friendships gained and lost. I remember.
I remember Arizona- I remember the difficulty I experienced in living at home again after several years. I remember remembering the pros to living at home. I remember a welcoming young single adult ward. I remember overcoming a huge fear- singing in front of a huge crowd. I remember sitting under a palm tree reading a book- a week before Christmas. I remember Thanksgiving with just the four of us, and how great that was. I remember my struggle with staying active in the church. I remember the persistence of the young adults in making sure I felt included. I remember the graditude I felt towards them because of it. I remember.
and after next week, ill be remembering Alaska- the people I have met here. I will remember the love. I will remember the acceptance. I will remember my roomate and the late night talks about the gospel, and life. I will remember the positive influence on my life. I will remember a boss who become so much more- a mom away from home. I will remember the beautiful scenery. I will remember the patience I learned dealing with demanding tourists all day. I will remember being so very grateful I decided to come. I will remember being grateful all the friends I made there decided to go to. I will remember staying up way later than I should playing board games- and ultimately having to get up way to early for work the next morning. I will remember eating crab for the first time. I will remember zip lining over the canopy of a rainforest. I will remember being in a small boat as humback whales feed. I will remember the prayers of graditude issued in just a few short months. I will remember the changes I made to my life. I will remember.
Sometimes it can be difficult going from place to place. However I would not be the person I am today without all these experiences- and they are bountiful and amazing and I am so grateful for them all. When I look back yes, I do feel a small pang that I dont necessarily have "roots" anywhere, but then I remember. I remember all of the amazing things I have seen, done, experienced and felt. I remember the relationships had, the love shared. I remember the broken hearts and the frustration with a friend. I remember the people I have met. I remember the testimony I have gained. I remember the things I have learned and I remember all that I have to share.
I remember.
Sometimes I wish I could have simply stayed in one place, but then I remember;
I remember Georgia- hiking stone mountain, driving a porche for the first time, being lovingly accepted by the young adults there, driving through those tall pines covered in snow and my first gingerbread house. I remember going to my very first... and second prom there, with the same gal! And I remember seeing how many burgers we could eat at wendy's. And I remember the time spent at the Mission Presidents home- little did he and his family know the influence they would have on me. I remember being to stubborn to wear church apparel and showing up in blue jeans- and I also remember them acting as though they diddnt notice. I remember working at the Bishops Storehouse and the way that made me feel, the overwhelming sense of service and love for those I diddnt even know. I remember being enveloped in love. I remember discovering my true testimony, sharing it for the first time, and using it to decide to go on a mission myself. I remember the way those tall pines and welcoming young adults changed my life.
I remember Tenneessee- the place I will always think of as home. I remember the rolling green hills and the endless pasture land. I remember the town that started off as nothing more than a blink that has grown into a metropolis. I remember the heartache of a first crush... of a first love. I remember the trepidition of a first date. I remember learning how to drive... and ultimately my first car accident. I remember not one, not two or three or even four, but five homes I knew there. I remember the mistakes I made there- and the power of the Atonement I learned. I remember the pain I experienced at the hand of others... and the lesson in forgiveness that followed. I remember driving around at early hours in the morning, windows down and music loud. I remember fireflies. I remember discovering who I was, and figuring out who I wanted to become. I remember the smell of home.
I remember California- somewhere that will always hold my heart. I remember the trials I faced and the lessons learned. I remember the frustration I experienced- and the patience I learned. I remember the magnified testimony I gained- and my appreciation and graditude in the Atonement deepened. I remember friends gained and friends lost. I remember loved ones lost. I remember the feeling of selflessness. I remember being the best I could possibly be. I remembered the humility I tried to perfect in myself. I remember learning to love myself. I remember the happiness I found that I never knew was possible. I remember those people I grew to love in the most pure and selfless way, and the pain that I am not as close to them now as I was at one time. I remember those people who have forever changed my life. I remember being a disciple of Christ.
I remember Idaho- where I first discovered my problem with depression. I remember my struggle with math. I remember a huge heartbreak. I remember laying out under summer skies with a beautiful girl. I remember endless movie nights wrapped up in a blanket with the same girl. I remember feeling accomplished over a "defeated" semester. I remember the helplessness I felt while trying to figure out where to go next in my life. I remember the humility I tried to continually improve. I remember learning how to drive a bulldozer. I remember learning how to build a patio. I remember bridge jumping into the snake river. I remember friendships gained and lost. I remember.
I remember Arizona- I remember the difficulty I experienced in living at home again after several years. I remember remembering the pros to living at home. I remember a welcoming young single adult ward. I remember overcoming a huge fear- singing in front of a huge crowd. I remember sitting under a palm tree reading a book- a week before Christmas. I remember Thanksgiving with just the four of us, and how great that was. I remember my struggle with staying active in the church. I remember the persistence of the young adults in making sure I felt included. I remember the graditude I felt towards them because of it. I remember.
and after next week, ill be remembering Alaska- the people I have met here. I will remember the love. I will remember the acceptance. I will remember my roomate and the late night talks about the gospel, and life. I will remember the positive influence on my life. I will remember a boss who become so much more- a mom away from home. I will remember the beautiful scenery. I will remember the patience I learned dealing with demanding tourists all day. I will remember being so very grateful I decided to come. I will remember being grateful all the friends I made there decided to go to. I will remember staying up way later than I should playing board games- and ultimately having to get up way to early for work the next morning. I will remember eating crab for the first time. I will remember zip lining over the canopy of a rainforest. I will remember being in a small boat as humback whales feed. I will remember the prayers of graditude issued in just a few short months. I will remember the changes I made to my life. I will remember.
Sometimes it can be difficult going from place to place. However I would not be the person I am today without all these experiences- and they are bountiful and amazing and I am so grateful for them all. When I look back yes, I do feel a small pang that I dont necessarily have "roots" anywhere, but then I remember. I remember all of the amazing things I have seen, done, experienced and felt. I remember the relationships had, the love shared. I remember the broken hearts and the frustration with a friend. I remember the people I have met. I remember the testimony I have gained. I remember the things I have learned and I remember all that I have to share.
I remember.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Those moments
I really love photography. Its one of my greatest passions. I get to share my perception, perspective, thoughts, ideas, points of view and insights with the world through an image. An image that helps portray emotion, character and motivation.
I love captivating lifes small moments, the things you admire as it passes quickly by but by the time you wake up the next morning its far from your memory. Sometimes those things even make you stop and reevaluate your life, yet you still move forward, often forgetting. But its especially those moments that make you stop, close your eyes, take a deep breath and just marvel in the beauty, comfort and extraordinary gift of the world and are, in that moment, so incredibly grateful. The moments that make you slow down and either clear your mind and relish the moment of peace, or a moment that helps in altering a life changing descision. Its those moments that I love to capture.
I would love to share some of those moments
I love captivating lifes small moments, the things you admire as it passes quickly by but by the time you wake up the next morning its far from your memory. Sometimes those things even make you stop and reevaluate your life, yet you still move forward, often forgetting. But its especially those moments that make you stop, close your eyes, take a deep breath and just marvel in the beauty, comfort and extraordinary gift of the world and are, in that moment, so incredibly grateful. The moments that make you slow down and either clear your mind and relish the moment of peace, or a moment that helps in altering a life changing descision. Its those moments that I love to capture.
I would love to share some of those moments
Friday, March 21, 2014
Me time
Today I was at the gym going hard, music going in my ears and oddly enough, I found myself feeling quite peaceful. Not at all what I expected. As of late I have been feeling more stressed than anything, something that we can all understand and relate to. I am grouped together with the college crowd. Finals are upon us, due dates are closing in. I have no money, my shelves seem more barren than usual. I am fighting sleep deprivation, irritation with school work, frustration with the social and romantic scene and of course, my own personal battles that are never ending.
Whether your a mother with a newborn baby, a highschooler whose parents are ruining your life or a grandparent worried about your family, stress is a common feeling in our day and age.
We have all encountered the black hole that is stress. We all have our own ways of coping and surviving.
Some of us resort to comfort items such as ice cream, blankets and disney movies. Others pump iron at the gym or relieve tension in free expression of art or theatrics. This is what we like to call now days, "me time". Time you have set aside dedicated for yourself. Time that is all yours, to do whatever it is you please for however long you want. No matter what others might think, the calories you may gain or schoolwork that goes unattended.
What I realized as I was at the gym is that, while "me time" is great, it doesn't seem to do the trick. Last weekend I stayed in bed all of Saturday and Sunday. I literally only got up for my basic necessities. The only outcome of this was I was entirely to cranky on Monday, my homework had not been done and I decided, in the end, I had wasted a perfectly good weekend.
So why was I feeling so peaceful at the gym? I'm not exactly an iron pumper, so I don't think that was the case. What I realized is that this week I have done a much better job at leading a more balanced life. While I still don't get as much sleep as I feel I need, I must be getting enough. I set aside time this week to actually do something relaxing- I sat by a window and read a book. One of those long lost treasures that seems to have been lost in today's YOLO mindset. I tried extra hard to make it to the gym as well as eat much healthier. I spent adequate time on homework, took several walks, talked to some friends I hadn't in a while and, ironically enough, watched less television. I remembered to read my scriptures, say my prayers, shoot a smile to someone who seemed to be having it rough and even had enough time to watch cat videos on youtube.
Don't get me wrong, I love "me time" as much as the next person, but I think today we overcompensate our busy and stressful lives with an over abundance of "me time" when what we really need is a little bit of discipline and a more balanced life. I still have time to watch Friends season 1-10 over and over, however now it will be stretched out over a period of several months instead of a week or two. Leading a balanced life has left my mind clearer, has left me in a much better mood and I'm finding that while yes, the stress is still there to a degree, I'm handling it much better and my smile is back more often.
So take the time to take a walk. I promise its worth it! Maybe you'll even find something worth instagraming. Call grandma and listen to a good story, even if you have heard it before. Try cooking something new. Break out your favorite book and read it for the 50th time, or maybe branch out and read a new one under a tree. The point is, get your head out of where the sun never shines and bask in the radiant rays of happiness life has to offer outside of social media and netflix.
Whether your a mother with a newborn baby, a highschooler whose parents are ruining your life or a grandparent worried about your family, stress is a common feeling in our day and age.
We have all encountered the black hole that is stress. We all have our own ways of coping and surviving.
Some of us resort to comfort items such as ice cream, blankets and disney movies. Others pump iron at the gym or relieve tension in free expression of art or theatrics. This is what we like to call now days, "me time". Time you have set aside dedicated for yourself. Time that is all yours, to do whatever it is you please for however long you want. No matter what others might think, the calories you may gain or schoolwork that goes unattended.
What I realized as I was at the gym is that, while "me time" is great, it doesn't seem to do the trick. Last weekend I stayed in bed all of Saturday and Sunday. I literally only got up for my basic necessities. The only outcome of this was I was entirely to cranky on Monday, my homework had not been done and I decided, in the end, I had wasted a perfectly good weekend.
So why was I feeling so peaceful at the gym? I'm not exactly an iron pumper, so I don't think that was the case. What I realized is that this week I have done a much better job at leading a more balanced life. While I still don't get as much sleep as I feel I need, I must be getting enough. I set aside time this week to actually do something relaxing- I sat by a window and read a book. One of those long lost treasures that seems to have been lost in today's YOLO mindset. I tried extra hard to make it to the gym as well as eat much healthier. I spent adequate time on homework, took several walks, talked to some friends I hadn't in a while and, ironically enough, watched less television. I remembered to read my scriptures, say my prayers, shoot a smile to someone who seemed to be having it rough and even had enough time to watch cat videos on youtube.
Don't get me wrong, I love "me time" as much as the next person, but I think today we overcompensate our busy and stressful lives with an over abundance of "me time" when what we really need is a little bit of discipline and a more balanced life. I still have time to watch Friends season 1-10 over and over, however now it will be stretched out over a period of several months instead of a week or two. Leading a balanced life has left my mind clearer, has left me in a much better mood and I'm finding that while yes, the stress is still there to a degree, I'm handling it much better and my smile is back more often.
So take the time to take a walk. I promise its worth it! Maybe you'll even find something worth instagraming. Call grandma and listen to a good story, even if you have heard it before. Try cooking something new. Break out your favorite book and read it for the 50th time, or maybe branch out and read a new one under a tree. The point is, get your head out of where the sun never shines and bask in the radiant rays of happiness life has to offer outside of social media and netflix.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Lessons learned at traffic lights
The last couple months have been rough. Money is tight, school work is piling high and general life stress takes its toll. I was stopped at a stoplight downtown. I was headed home, I was tired and I had a long drive ahead of me. I had no money for lunch and I was in a grumpy mood. I happened to take a glance to the far right corner, where a young man, about 17 was standing holding a sign. Typically I don't even read the sign, I just pretend not to notice. Whether its because I'm embarrassed of myself for feeling a step above them, or because I'm simply uncomfortable in those situations, I couldn't tell you, probably a combination of both. However fact that he was so young caught my eye and I read the few words scribbled upon this pathetic piece of cardboard. It read "just had a baby girl, parents kicked me out, need money for diapers and formula." Immediately I felt for this kid, that lump welled up in my throat and I felt the pity. The pity I try so hard to keep out of my mind and heart. If I acted on my pity for everyone I saw on a street corner, I would be there myself in a matter of days or weeks. However I knew this was different, the expression on the kids face was daunting and his body language radiated humility. You could honestly tell this kid was having a rough go of it and needed a loving brother of sister, a fellow son daughter of God, to be His hands and give this kid a boost.
I had already been sitting at this light for a while, so I rather frantically started to search my pockets and car compartments for any cash or change I might have. I mean Ive gotta have $5 right? nothing, notta. A few quarters were all I found. I had about made up my mind even the quarters would be better than anything and the light turned green. I was first in line and I just went. As I got farther and farther away the worse and worse I felt.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me. Months earlier I had been walking around downtown and I had seen another young man, roughly the same age, standing outside a heavily trafficked area with a sign asking for money. As mentioned, I kept my head down and pushed forward, refusing to make eye contact because that is what I had been taught to do. As I rounded the corner to escape this awful uncomfortable situation I felt the feeling I needed to go back. At that time I actually did have money, I had something I could have shared with him. Of course you reason to yourself that they will "just use it for drugs or booze." That's how we make ourselves feel better. I ignored the feeling and kept going. But it came again, this time a little stronger. Again I ignored it. The thought finally crossed my mind to simply offer to take this kid to lunch and to, more importantly, talk to him.
I didn't do that either.
But after I got home that night this experience started to weigh heavily upon my mind and heart. When I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints I had promised to take Christ's name upon me. By doing so I promised that I would try my best to look after and care for my fellow brothers and sisters no matter who they be. And I also promised that I would be willing to be the hands that Heavenly Father needed me to be.
As I sat and pondered this, I realized that maybe what was important wasn't that I gave this kid money, but rather that I took the time to talk to him. That I took the time to show him that I cared. I think that is what was really important. And as I realized that, I began to feel more emotional than I could have anticipated, overwhelmed by my selfish and self centered actions. I always proclaim I'm a loving and caring person. I pride myself, unrighteous I might add, that I am a good listener and care about what the other has to say. Heavenly Father gave me those traits not so that I could be an ear for friends to whine and murmer to, but so that I may share this oversized heart that has brought me so much pain over the years with complete strangers and hopefully help them feel the love of God.
As I realized this I immediately prayed and promised my Heavenly Father I wouldn't ever let another opportunity pass me by, I apologized for not realizing this sooner and told him I would love an opportunity to bless the life of another. I made a vow to myself and to my God that I would try harder to pay more attention to those around me and use this gift I have been given so that I could make someone else smile.
So, as I drove away and remembered all of this and remembered that I had, once again, failed myself, my God and my fellow brother, immense sorrow and pain filled my heart. Why? How? How could I be so selfish to have let yet another opportunity pass me by. I realized that even though I had absolutely no money to offer this kid, I could have parked my car, walked over, and talked to him. I could have offered a hug, something he probably needed dearly at that time. I could have offered him friendship- yet another thing that would probably have been of benefit. And most importantly I know that if I would have followed through with the prompting of the Spirit of the Lord in that moment, the Spirit would have directed me to say things to this particular son of God that would have helped him in his desperate and saddening position. I could have offered him my testimony of Christ and Heavenly Father to lean on, giving him a rope to hold onto while he was stuck in this hole of confusion, fear and pain.
I'm sure I will screw up again. I am positive I will, at some point in my life, let other promptings go unattended and opportunities to go unchased. But I know that is where the power of the Atonement comes in, and because Christ suffered for all of our mistakes and really bad last second decisions we are given new opportunities. I pray that next time Heavenly Father presents me with the opportunity to be His hand in the blessing of another life, ill have the strength to follow through with the prompting and watch as a miracle unfolds.
I had already been sitting at this light for a while, so I rather frantically started to search my pockets and car compartments for any cash or change I might have. I mean Ive gotta have $5 right? nothing, notta. A few quarters were all I found. I had about made up my mind even the quarters would be better than anything and the light turned green. I was first in line and I just went. As I got farther and farther away the worse and worse I felt.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened to me. Months earlier I had been walking around downtown and I had seen another young man, roughly the same age, standing outside a heavily trafficked area with a sign asking for money. As mentioned, I kept my head down and pushed forward, refusing to make eye contact because that is what I had been taught to do. As I rounded the corner to escape this awful uncomfortable situation I felt the feeling I needed to go back. At that time I actually did have money, I had something I could have shared with him. Of course you reason to yourself that they will "just use it for drugs or booze." That's how we make ourselves feel better. I ignored the feeling and kept going. But it came again, this time a little stronger. Again I ignored it. The thought finally crossed my mind to simply offer to take this kid to lunch and to, more importantly, talk to him.
I didn't do that either.
But after I got home that night this experience started to weigh heavily upon my mind and heart. When I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-day Saints I had promised to take Christ's name upon me. By doing so I promised that I would try my best to look after and care for my fellow brothers and sisters no matter who they be. And I also promised that I would be willing to be the hands that Heavenly Father needed me to be.
As I sat and pondered this, I realized that maybe what was important wasn't that I gave this kid money, but rather that I took the time to talk to him. That I took the time to show him that I cared. I think that is what was really important. And as I realized that, I began to feel more emotional than I could have anticipated, overwhelmed by my selfish and self centered actions. I always proclaim I'm a loving and caring person. I pride myself, unrighteous I might add, that I am a good listener and care about what the other has to say. Heavenly Father gave me those traits not so that I could be an ear for friends to whine and murmer to, but so that I may share this oversized heart that has brought me so much pain over the years with complete strangers and hopefully help them feel the love of God.
As I realized this I immediately prayed and promised my Heavenly Father I wouldn't ever let another opportunity pass me by, I apologized for not realizing this sooner and told him I would love an opportunity to bless the life of another. I made a vow to myself and to my God that I would try harder to pay more attention to those around me and use this gift I have been given so that I could make someone else smile.
So, as I drove away and remembered all of this and remembered that I had, once again, failed myself, my God and my fellow brother, immense sorrow and pain filled my heart. Why? How? How could I be so selfish to have let yet another opportunity pass me by. I realized that even though I had absolutely no money to offer this kid, I could have parked my car, walked over, and talked to him. I could have offered a hug, something he probably needed dearly at that time. I could have offered him friendship- yet another thing that would probably have been of benefit. And most importantly I know that if I would have followed through with the prompting of the Spirit of the Lord in that moment, the Spirit would have directed me to say things to this particular son of God that would have helped him in his desperate and saddening position. I could have offered him my testimony of Christ and Heavenly Father to lean on, giving him a rope to hold onto while he was stuck in this hole of confusion, fear and pain.
I'm sure I will screw up again. I am positive I will, at some point in my life, let other promptings go unattended and opportunities to go unchased. But I know that is where the power of the Atonement comes in, and because Christ suffered for all of our mistakes and really bad last second decisions we are given new opportunities. I pray that next time Heavenly Father presents me with the opportunity to be His hand in the blessing of another life, ill have the strength to follow through with the prompting and watch as a miracle unfolds.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Houston... who he is
My name is Houston and I am a 22 year old student at Brigham Young University-Idaho. I am a Visual Media Communications major with emphasis in advertising and public relations.
I'M A MORMON! and proud of it. I want to share my testimony with the world.
Who I am? I am a photographer, a movie lover, a country music listener and a book reader. I am a traveler and a lover. I am shy and I am crazy. I love the outdoors. I love the insides. I love both trees and hiking as well as staying in bed all day watching whatever is on TV, usually to lazy to change the channel. I love to sing at the top of my lungs to everything. The Frozen soundtrack, Rascal Flatts and even Kelly Clarkson. I know I am not a good singer, but most days I dont really care.Who I am is a regular person. I struggle with my self image, I fight for what I believe in. I often care to much about what others think and I hold myself back because im afraid of embarrassing myself. I believe in God and Jesus Christ, I have a personal relationship with them both. I am a christian. I am no better than anyone else. I make mistakes often, I screw up and make choices that make my guardian angels smack their foreheads. I forget to read my scriptures and some nights I decide im to tired to pray. However I do have a genuine love for people and I want to strive to make each day better for at least one person. I dont always succeed but I want to try. I am loyal and caring. I try to hard and care to much, but I believe if I dont im not truly living.
I love what I believe and I have found truth, comfort, happiness and every other emotion that drives one to make life changing decisions and choices in the gospel. The spirit of God thrives within me and I want everyone to feel that burning love.
I served a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Northern California. No I diddnt go to africa and teach the poor children or convert the buddhist of China. I walked the streets of a state known to most and introduced my beliefs and poured out my heart in testimony of what I believe to complete strangers. Strangers like you and me. Strangers who have family problems, mortgages to pay and hopes and dreams never achieved. Strangers who are all swimming their way through life trying to find what makes them happiest, comfortable or what simply keeps them going day to day. Having this opportunity changed the way I think and believe. It changed who I am.
Now I am at college. Struggling to figure out life, who I am and who I want to become. Struggling to find love and to fit in. Trying to figure out how to balance homework, personal life, classes, work and all those things.
Im just like everyone else.
...But im not.
I am Houston.
I'M A MORMON! and proud of it. I want to share my testimony with the world.
Who I am? I am a photographer, a movie lover, a country music listener and a book reader. I am a traveler and a lover. I am shy and I am crazy. I love the outdoors. I love the insides. I love both trees and hiking as well as staying in bed all day watching whatever is on TV, usually to lazy to change the channel. I love to sing at the top of my lungs to everything. The Frozen soundtrack, Rascal Flatts and even Kelly Clarkson. I know I am not a good singer, but most days I dont really care.Who I am is a regular person. I struggle with my self image, I fight for what I believe in. I often care to much about what others think and I hold myself back because im afraid of embarrassing myself. I believe in God and Jesus Christ, I have a personal relationship with them both. I am a christian. I am no better than anyone else. I make mistakes often, I screw up and make choices that make my guardian angels smack their foreheads. I forget to read my scriptures and some nights I decide im to tired to pray. However I do have a genuine love for people and I want to strive to make each day better for at least one person. I dont always succeed but I want to try. I am loyal and caring. I try to hard and care to much, but I believe if I dont im not truly living.
I love what I believe and I have found truth, comfort, happiness and every other emotion that drives one to make life changing decisions and choices in the gospel. The spirit of God thrives within me and I want everyone to feel that burning love.
I served a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Northern California. No I diddnt go to africa and teach the poor children or convert the buddhist of China. I walked the streets of a state known to most and introduced my beliefs and poured out my heart in testimony of what I believe to complete strangers. Strangers like you and me. Strangers who have family problems, mortgages to pay and hopes and dreams never achieved. Strangers who are all swimming their way through life trying to find what makes them happiest, comfortable or what simply keeps them going day to day. Having this opportunity changed the way I think and believe. It changed who I am.
Now I am at college. Struggling to figure out life, who I am and who I want to become. Struggling to find love and to fit in. Trying to figure out how to balance homework, personal life, classes, work and all those things.
Im just like everyone else.
...But im not.
I am Houston.
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