Leaving home on August 15, I spent exactly one week with my family. Approximately 32 hours of this time was spent in a cramped minivan, four nights in three different hotels, four days and three nights in a New York city apartment. While the first two items on that list were less than ideal, the final adventure was incredible. Four days whirled by, with Times Square and the stars from two Broadway shows shining brightly, Lady Liberty regally guarding the harbor, and Central Park providing a welcome break from the skyscrapers throughout the city.
But among the hustle and bustle of the big city, a slight conflict of interests arose. I realized that I have a list the length of Chile dictating all of my passions and interests, and I have no idea which one of them to utilize in a career. I'm majoring in English with a minor in Theatre and probably another in National Security Studies. The low credit load required for the English major gives me the freedom to add a third minor if I choose to. But all of that is nothing to help me decide if I want to write, sing, act, enter the military or government intelligence or something else entirely. And I don't think I'll know any time soon, but for some reason that's not a problem.
On August 22, I moved into college and met my two amazing roommates, along with many of my other classmates. Since then I've made tons of friends, including some people I follow on Twitter, and the great gals living next door, but I also had to say goodbye to my best friends: my mom, my dad, and my sister. I also got my syllabus for Brit Lit and almost died reading the introductions to my textbooks to fulfill my assignment for Monday.
But in all of that transition, there's one steadfast - my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And I strongly suspect that the coming week will be one of those times I look back and see one set of footprints in the sand, because I don't know how I'll get through my first week of classes if He's not carrying me.
