This is the start. This is your heart. This is the day you were born. This is the sun. These are your lungs. This is the day you were born.
I'm here. I've been here since Wednesday, been in the office since Friday. I have to tell you, it is even more crazy, even more fast-paced, even more just plain ridiculous than I thought it was going to be. Honestly? I love it. Every minute of it. One minute your laughing so hard you're crying and the next you're on the phone with a TRI member, thanking them for their support and asking them to vote in the same breath. Going home is probably my favorite part of the day. After all of the days work in the office is done, all 60 of us go home to eat dinner and relax. I love it because I get to have real conversations with the people I call my family.
Last night, for example, we had our first Soul Food Sunday. It's this awesome little tradition that a few of the past semester's roadies started and it still lives on. In a nutshell, it's putting tons of horribly fattening, yet oh-so-delicious food on a makeshift table surrounded by 65 people sitting so close you can't help but feel slightly awkward about it, yet all you can really do is laugh. It was nothing short of a magical night, complete with homemade deep-fried chicken and enough laughter to last us the whole year. I'll post pictures as soon as I can.
Right now I am sitting at this little coffee shop in downtown La Mesa called Cosmos. It's quaint, lots of locals and the aroma of coffee is just right. It's been raining all day, which is actually quite beautiful. Seeing the city lights reflect off off the streets, the wet palms on the giant palm trees swaying. It's hard to believe this is real life. I am so thankful it is.
The people I live and work with are nothing short of incredible. In the past three days, I have been a part of some of the wittiest, most intellectual, deep conversations I can recall. Conversations about how people work and why, conversations about love and wisdom, conversations about injustice and hope, conversations about life. What I love the most is that there is no agenda. I've been a part of many conversations that feel as if there is an agenda, or try to discover some hidden conclusion about a number of things. It's different. These conversations are pure in motive and honestly genuine. It is simply engaging with someone in order to get to know them, who they are, what makes them tick; the other things are simply the by product, never the focus. It's a different type of conversation, one I've never really had before. It's a different way to think, a different way to approach relationship. It's a breath of fresh air.
Welcome home.
I'm here. I've been here since Wednesday, been in the office since Friday. I have to tell you, it is even more crazy, even more fast-paced, even more just plain ridiculous than I thought it was going to be. Honestly? I love it. Every minute of it. One minute your laughing so hard you're crying and the next you're on the phone with a TRI member, thanking them for their support and asking them to vote in the same breath. Going home is probably my favorite part of the day. After all of the days work in the office is done, all 60 of us go home to eat dinner and relax. I love it because I get to have real conversations with the people I call my family.
Last night, for example, we had our first Soul Food Sunday. It's this awesome little tradition that a few of the past semester's roadies started and it still lives on. In a nutshell, it's putting tons of horribly fattening, yet oh-so-delicious food on a makeshift table surrounded by 65 people sitting so close you can't help but feel slightly awkward about it, yet all you can really do is laugh. It was nothing short of a magical night, complete with homemade deep-fried chicken and enough laughter to last us the whole year. I'll post pictures as soon as I can.
Right now I am sitting at this little coffee shop in downtown La Mesa called Cosmos. It's quaint, lots of locals and the aroma of coffee is just right. It's been raining all day, which is actually quite beautiful. Seeing the city lights reflect off off the streets, the wet palms on the giant palm trees swaying. It's hard to believe this is real life. I am so thankful it is.
The people I live and work with are nothing short of incredible. In the past three days, I have been a part of some of the wittiest, most intellectual, deep conversations I can recall. Conversations about how people work and why, conversations about love and wisdom, conversations about injustice and hope, conversations about life. What I love the most is that there is no agenda. I've been a part of many conversations that feel as if there is an agenda, or try to discover some hidden conclusion about a number of things. It's different. These conversations are pure in motive and honestly genuine. It is simply engaging with someone in order to get to know them, who they are, what makes them tick; the other things are simply the by product, never the focus. It's a different type of conversation, one I've never really had before. It's a different way to think, a different way to approach relationship. It's a breath of fresh air.
Welcome home.
