Well, tonight I called my sister friend who is generously driving me down the shore this week. On the phone I complained and complained and complained some more until my friend did a really supportive and intelligent thing. First she asked me why I didn't want to go to the shore... so I listed my reasons. Number 1 - I am tired of sleeping in other people's beds... I want to sleep in my own. Number 2 - I want to shower in my own shower without carrying my shampoo and things down a hallway. Number 3 - I need some time to myself... I'm tired of being social. After my friend listened to all my reasons she said she understood but I was being negative - she is so honest and reaffirming at the same time. She never said I was selfish about the shower or that there are people who don't have any bed to sleep in. She just took me where I was and told me it was going to be a good few weeks down the shore if I could stop being a stick in the mud.
I've been away doing service more this summer and have done more work than I did during the school year. I just want a few days to relax but I am excited to be down the shore these days. I'll be working but it will also be relaxing to spend some time in the sun. It's super hot here but I'm sure I'll survive. Just say a prayer that tomorrow I can snap into action and stop being such a party pooper. I want to have fun... I really do, haha.
The other problem that you probably wouldn't guess a nun would have is that I can't fit all my stuff in my bag... I hate packing. It is the thing I am the worst at. I think... I might want... I might use... I might need... and I never use those things. The other problem I have is that I hate the process of packing so much that I just throw stuff in. It doesn't help. It is actually quite funny from an outsiders point of view though... you should see me, haha.
So here I am at 10:30 blogging when my bags are unpacked and I'm unprepared to go down the shore. Jesus help me! Goodnight friends... and sorry it's been so long!