small, tattooed, pierced, tough kid with a rainbow sandals tan and a striped t-shirt on.
i have a scar on my lower back from the makeshift jacuzzi bathtub my roommates and i crammed into one time. i cried in corner of the the family bathroom of the vet when they told me i had to put my dog down. i bought a tandem bike at a garage sale on a wednesday afternoon, and charged my friend $22.50 on venmo with no explanation, to split it with me.
nothing is better than watching the sunrise with a bunch of sleepy friends, or biking without a backpack, or sitting in the back of a car, and watching the sun set over the city, any city, and not having to worry about missing it because you’re driving (thanks, friend for driving).
in college, i fell in love with two things: writing, and jesus. i’ve loved telling stories since i was very small, repeating jokes and riddles to my family at thanksgiving.
intervarsity, a christian fellowship, not an intramural sports club, is where i met jesus for myself and became friends with him. it’s a hard life, that of a christian. we are called to deal with our ish now instead of later, which is a tall order and often feels unfair. but this life has been so worth it, and has brought me so much more good than bad.