So basically I have been a very busy woman… as always.  My class takes up about 40 hours a week, I work 20 hours a week plus give presentations and write papers for my job, and try to continue a social life with it all.  I work about 14 hours a day.  I am not trying to complain because I am used to working hard and I love being busy, but it’s funny how I am always just “trying to get through it.”  I work hard to have my weekends or my breaks.  When I really think about it, it is pretty pathetic that I am trying to  just “get through” a little over half of my week.  I am not ashamed and I certainly feel like I am making a difference, but I need to find a passion that I am excited to spend doing half of my time.

Anyways… I just thought I would fill you in, I am trying to get myself in shape for the trip.  Because we plan on biking around, I am working out almost everyday.  I am also TRYING to get used to grazing on food every 2 hours rather than eating large meals.  I will be going home for a few weeks after summer school to spend time with my family try to save up some more money.  Anyone need a babysitter?! 🙂  There has been a lot of planning and community service projects will be starting really soon.  I already feel more passion about the services I am about to do than anything I have ever done.  I will try to keep you updated!

I love hearing anybody’s feed back… and if anybody has a bike let me know 🙂 haha…wow sorry I am a little tired typing thisss….

Alright, so there it is…I laid it all out for you.  I know it sounds ridiculous, but it’s a lifelong dream, and my thought process on things has changed completely since deciding to do this.

So I have started with the big stuff.  My two biggest concerns in the beginning was finding somebody to live in my room next year and learning how to successfully leave school for a semester.  As much as I wanted to be an optimist, in the back of my head I really couldn’t see why anyone would want to live in the sorority house for one semester, especially fall.  I had already made plans to see how to go on this excursion in the spring….but I sent out an e-mail to my sorority anyways with little hope.

26 hours later a friend in my sorority said that she would love to live in my room first semester next year because it would work perfectly with her living situation.  She is going to be an R.A. the second semester and the first semester she didn’t feel like living with some random person….


…. And that was my deciding factor for going this fall.  It felt as if God had this planned for me after I read in disbelief.  I read the e-mail and started tearing up; now this is becoming more realistic.

the value of things mean more than just green paper

If there has been one thing that I really appreciate my parents doing, it has been teaching me the value of money.  When I say this, I don’t mean to say that I have nothing and I have had to work illegally under child labor to wear the clothes on my back.  I realize that I am privileged in some areas, and that my parents have worked hard to be able to support me.  But that’s the thing, even though they can support me they chose to make me start job hunting at the age of 14.  Even though I was getting paid under the table by my uncle working at a sub shop, I learned that money wasn’t just given to me and that the value of things mean more than just green paper.   As much as I have appreciated learning about the value of money… I can’t wait to live a life where money really means nothing.

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It’s funny how I look at daily things way differently now.  I realize what I do and do not need.  I have learned to successfully buy two weeks worth of groceries for $30 (seriously).  Filling up my car tank is by no means a necessity when I can ride a perfectly punctial (AND FREE) bus.  I have never been known as a big spender and I rarely ever go shopping, but yet I could fill this blog entry with things that I use daily, that I do not need.  You really learn to prioritize between your needs and your wants when your life needs to fit into a backpack.

My intentions are to find that even if I had the money to stay in an extravagent hotel on the beach with endless pooliside activities and margaritas, that it would never bring me the happiness of changing somebody’s life with 20 dollars to my name.

The Mission

Sooo… you are probably wondering what all of this insightful writing was about.  Haha, I mean I probably sound a little insane… but let’s just say I have had a recent epiphony.  I realized that I am tired of hearing about things and saying “O my gosh that it so awesome, I wanna do it!”  It is time to make words into actions.. so here we go!

I am taking this fall semester off of school to backpack Australia.  I am going with Tim because we both have had this same passion to see the world and change it for the better.  We will be traveling with other people from hostel to hostel and we will learn to camp out and fend for ourselves. Our main focus of this trip is community service, and changing lives for the better.  We are going to work with Habitat for Humanity, going to children’s hospitals, hospitals and nursing homes in general, and ANYTHING else that we want to help with.  This trip is about discovering another culture and doing everything for other people, while in the process discovering ourselves.  We will only own what we can carry on our backs and will be biking from location to location like nomads.  We will go down the coastline and of course take pit stops at beautiful surfing locations.  I will learn exactly what it is like to care nothing about my appearance and only focus on what really matters in life.  I cannot wait to change the world, one life at a time.

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I decided to make this blog to release my feelings and keep a record of what is going on.  If you have ever been to Australia, been backpacking, or are affiliated with a service project PLEASE contact me.  We are always looking for input and having connections is the best way to really make something happen across the world.  I appreciate anybody’s help.

I love people, I love God, I love this wonderful chance to live. 🙂

“Don’t count every hour in the day, make every hour in the day count.”

There’s that old saying, “I just wish there were more hours in the day.”  I’ve always wished for that, we all have…but when it comes down to it, what would we really do with that extra time?  In theory I think to myself “Well I would work out” or “I could REALLY use getting ahead in schoolwork” 0r “If I had an extra hour I would seriously just clean my room that I have been putting off for a week.”   But the funny thing is that in reality I would sit on my lazy butt and watch mindless television with those extra hours.  I would use that time to be completely relaxed and not have a care in the world.  To put it bluntly, I would be a sort of waste of space.


But that’s not the case right now.  It’s amazing how many hours you discover in a day when your mind and soul is completely motivated about something.  You realize that time spent being a sort of waste of space is impossible, every minute should be used and the funny thing is you can’t wait to use it.  When your ambitions are high and your dreams are swirling it’s almost like you are “living like you are dying.”  Time can’t be wasted, and it’s the best feeling ever.

Running down a dream

So I will start of with a warning: I may not be the best writer and my punctuation is a little scatterbrained.  Hell, I mean, I go to school for engineering.  The right side of my brain is trying to suffocate the left side of my brain.  Well here is a place to exert my feelings…

With that being said…I can promise you one thing:  I have a heart exploding with emotions.  My keyboard may not be able to keep up with my exuberanct thoughts.  I’ll try to keep this short, b/c I don’t know about you but when I see a long e-mail or column…I usually get a little turned off.

Basically, I realized recently that I am not living my life to its fullest potential.  Don’t get me wrong, I have loved every minute of it and I feel like the luckiest person alive.  The only thing is, I am a dreamer and I am tired of continuing to say what I am going to do.  I am 20 years old, and it is time to be proactive and actually do it.  My whole life I have always done what is basically expected of me, it’s time to prove that I have something else to offer in this world.  Ever since I was a little girl I have always said one thing: I want to do and see everything and change lives for the better through that process.

I will leave you with a metaphorical thought:

I am writing to you while dripping the sweat off my forehead.  I always used to go for runs in a disciplined way.  “I must run 4 miles today and I can’t walk.”  Or, “Before I run I will track my path with my car to make sure I don’t cheat.”  Today I decided to throw on running clothes and my new balances without a destination in mind.  My goal was to get lost in the country side without a plan in sight.  I decided to throw away the conventional for just a little bit…

…adventures to be continued