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tomorrow is the last day to apply! apply friends! =)

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day 7 [seven things to accomplish in the next three years]- from 2011

1. find an internship or job with a character designer or storyboard artist, or any major animation studio YISSSS

2. compose an original piece of music that can go with a short film or something visual

3. go to COACHELLA!! :D

4. read the Bible through at least once

5. get to know someone really well who isn’t within my age range (not meant to sound creepy promise) LAWLLLLL

6. visit italy :)….and uh, learn some italian to go with this….Studied Abroad in Florence!

7. short-term missions to a different country -Tokyo, Japan with CRU

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3 years ago i posted this---3 years later, and i have three things left! Although that music composition one....probably not ever gonna happen hehehe....

cheers to the next three years!

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OHHH MYYY GODDDD

LITERALLY CANNOT HANDLE THIS THE WEIRDEST NOISE CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH HOLYYYYYY LORD

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U can’t just scroll past this…

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the beauty of displacement

i think for most of my life the idea of "belonging somewhere" has escaped me entirely. and though i could talk endlessly about the frustrations that come with those feelings, today is not a day for complaining. today i am happy, i am grateful, for i have come to a point in my life in which the cause of tears in years past have become a source of endless freedom and liberation.

there is something beautiful about not belonging to a specific place, something enticing. there is a joy that only those who have traveled and seen and heard and smelled and tasted adventure will understand. and in these places, in the these hidden recesses of our crazy, big, wonderful earth are the places that make me feel i am at home.

sometimes in my daily life, in the everyday routine, a little something sparks my memory, and i remember a time that only seems like a dream to me.

and all at once it is as if i am there again, for only a second in my mind. i feel the cold of the clear blue water in amaliapolis, a little town in greece no one has ever heard of. i remember the sound of different languages, i feel the staccatos and rhythms of syllables and sounds that make me know the world is even bigger than i thought. in the great big lights of the city i see tokyo, and i wonder how ayumi is doing, if miwa passed her test, what yoko must be having for lunch today.

on other days, i have to try harder. i put on a song. and for a moment i am back at the blob, asking the one italian i know what this playlist is, and forgetting these moments are indeed--momentary.

in my heart i know the way the water washes up on the smooth rocks on the coast of croatia, and the adventure of climbing over its waterfalls in krka. i know the icy coldness of plunging into its depths--just because you're there and you must.

a gyros in athens, dan tat and gah-dan-tsai in hong kong, yakisoba in tokyo, a waffle in holland, some crispy frites from brussels, the taste of a fresh hot cream croissant at 3am in the morning in a random alleyway in florence, the refreshment of blood orange juice from conad. these are the tastes of home. and the way the duomo towers over everything in the city--that's home too. and the arno, as brown and gritty as it looks, is a perfect reflection of the sun lit sky--blue and orange and purple in so many colors you forget in a second that it's just an image.

i like the way it feels to plummet down towards the earth faster than you can run with a parachute clinging to the sky for mercy. to see the beautiful coastline and countryside below you, and know what it must feel like to be a bird. it is as if the air and the ocean current are in your blood, and you feel you are closer than ever to the world around you.

it is in these moments that i have found my heart to be at peace--to be at home.

for much of my life i asked God "why?" i asked why the kids in school made fun of my school lunches--with its contents from the other side of the world. i asked God why people made fun of my family as we walked down the beach we called our home, because my parents spoke in sounds they did not understand. why i could never do anything that made sense to other people, and on the edge of a precipice i stood, looking down, to find neither hope nor safety nor belonging nor home.

and still now i ask God "why?" But it is not a bitter "why." It is a humbled one. I ask God, why did you choose me to live this kind of unique life, this kind of blended twist, so as to make it so easy for me to adapt to new adventures. i ask God why out of all people he chose a spoiled little girl from Southern California to go on great adventures and meet his crazy, amazing, awesome creations from all over the world. in the form of exotic trees, in large bugs, and in warm, friendly faces.

and now i do believe i am like the arno river. gritty, muggy, and polluted. but in the light of the setting sun all you can see is the sky in its beauty along the banks of the water, and all is picturesque once again.

and it is in this way that i know that displacement is not as lonely as i sometimes like to think it is. for there is a comfort in knowing that God has not simply given me one city to call my home--but his entire world.