51 Days

I feel nearly as if I have 51 days left to live.


Through much prayer I've decided to go to Ave Maria in the fall. This has probably been the hardest thing I've had to decide to do in my whole life. This decision will affect me and the ones I love the most in a very strong and powerful way. The result of my move, I have no clue - we will see. It'll be hard, but I know the Lord is in it. It is of the Lord, and He s already blessing it.


But I feel as if I have 51 days left to live.
I'm leaving home.
I. Am. Leaving. Home.
lolwut?!

REALLY!
This is insane.

I feel like I've done nothing that is Louisiana-ish in my life.
I don't eat seafood.
I don't fish.
I don't hunt.
I don't talk flat or wear camouflage.
I know little about New Orleans.


So, I'm deciding to embrace all of this in the next 51 days to the very best of my ability.
I want to see places and explore. I want to journey. I want to see cathedrals, eat seafood, and go fishing! I want to smell the stench of the bayou n my skin! I want to spend time with my friends and my family.

Most importantly, I am going to continue embracing home. Home is home, and I want to know home. To love home, and I want to miss home and yearn for it. I want to also be able to take a lot of home with me, simply speaking.

I want to make the best of the time I have left here.
I also want to stop sounding as if I were dying.
But really, this is big, and insane, and rough and tough, and exciting, and sad, and tearful, and all giddy.
It's everything.
And I hope I'm ready for everything.