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"My Journey through England "

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.~ Jane Austen

And thus the journey has begun.

 For at least a year I had a random advertisement for GE behind my alarm clock. It was a small print, overview calendar  showing  the year to come. And on top was a picture of a group of people in a canoe somewhere in the world, on a missions trip. I'm not quite sure why I put it there. I suppose it was a quick reference to what the date was for the day. But then I just sort of left it there for quite some time after. Every night before I went to bed I set my alarm and I would always look at that picture.
 The remarkable thing, is that amongst all of those faces I was looking at the face of my soon to be roommate, upon my arrive to the HA. She has become one of my dearest friends.

I had picked up a post card from GE (while on campus) that I really found to be beautiful. When I got home I put it in the same spot, behind my alarm clock. It was a picture of Big Ben, as the sun was setting. I had a huge desire to see England someday. But I knew it was a huge dream, one that would be on hold till I was much older. I had no idea that in 6 years time I would be sitting in England writing this blog post.
I hope that while I am here I can share my time here with you through my 'lens',my 'revelations' and stories.
I hope you enjoy 'My journey through England'

Comments

  1. Danielle Joy28 November 2011 at 12:23

    I remember that photo!!! We were on our way to take a bath upstream in the river. The Panamanian kids would always hop in the canoe for a "ride", but I still think it was their secret plot to sink the gringos:0) That was a great trip. I loved hearing that story--I don't remember hearing it before. That's very cool, and sweet.

    I hope you have a fabulous time in England! Get it girl!!!

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