if time were an animal, it would be a cheetah.

Most of you, if you REALLY know me, know that I am constantly reading at least one, if not three books. And by "reading" I mean carrying around the aforementioned book(s) in my purse/car for that brief moment where I can delve. Currently, I'm towards the end of "Wuthering Heights" (a semi-book club read with my other half) and "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time," and towards the beginning/middle of "Chosen by God" and "Transforming Grace." Although every book on my current reading list haven't left me with regrets, I can't help but find myself eagerly anticipating my next read more than normal. My friend/peruvian travel partner and I have chosen "Let the Nations Be Glad!" by John Piper. I've heard nothing but wonderful praises about this book and hope that I am not disappointed.

It seems as though every wednesday that we meet, Emily and I are drawn to discussing our desire to see and experience all nations being awakened and transformed by God. Every time I leave more excited about all that God has in store.

So, I'm obviously not very "skilled" at posting in a frequent manner, but I hope that I will get better. It's weird to say that in a month I will be on a plane crossing the Atlantic to live in a place that I have never visited. Weird and exciting. I found out yesterday that trips to mainland Europe are definitely an option...and three months full of weekends yield a lot possibilities to the beautiful countries that I will discover. I desperately hope that I am able to find those small towns within that truly inhabit each country's culture in a way that big cities frequented by tourists pale in comparison to. My current emotions about England = nervous about packing + excited about newness - eager about classes + hopeful for goodness/transformation + sad about leaving my friends. Apparently classes are once a week for 1 1/2 hours...score for my reading list.

My intern friend Steven finished up his internship this week and went back to UGA, leaving me alone in the corner...I am no longer entertained at work.

Currently, I am addicted to the olympics and Michael Phelps ability to capture everyone's attention in the world. Wow. My grandmother shares in my addiction and said today that she's been watching "beach basketball." Just love her. Because of the Olympics, I have never wanted to excel at a sport more in my life. I mean literally ANY sport...I'm going for table tennis because I feel like it's my best bet...just sayin, I can only work out so much.