So the other day I realized I'm not really a roadie. It was the day I woke up at noon and I was in a plush bed in LA with a gorgeous view and ate breakfast at a table next to Tim Allen. Then, I realized I really was a roadie later that week, when my eyes were crossing while I was driving because I was so tired but I stayed up til 2:45am trying to make the inventory count match the money we had and then forced myself to stay up and shower because it was the first one I would take in 3 days and my hair was starting to dredlock itself. How's life on the road? Bipolar. There are really sweet high points and some challenging low points, but I haven't cried either out of joy or sadness yet so there's still more experience to come.
A few days ago I was at a high school and came in for the end of the movie. It was the part where the "credits" roll and there's a line that says "thousands around the world will gather." I pictured what April 25th is going to look like, when I am surrounded by literally thousands of people who have left the comfort of their homes for one night to sleep out in a park with me, in solidarity with 3,000 child soldiers. Some people there will have seen a flier or heard from a friend and committed one night, while others will have been IC warriors who have literally given blood, sweat and tears along with money and countless hours of their lives to speak on behalf of the voiceless. Even though it was my 35th time seeing that part of the movie, I started tearing up. I know Invisible Children isn't a Christian organization, but I think that's one of the most Christ-like things I've ever seen. Well, am going to see.
Speaking of which, if you are reading this and you haven't seen The Rescue please go immediately to www.invisiblechildren.com and sacrifice 35 minutes of your day to see something close to my heart. Chances are if you are reading this, you're probably my friend. And if you're my friend, I'd think you'd be somewhat interested in what I'm doing with my 4 unpaid months of work. So check it out friend. Thanks.
I can't remember if I've said this or not, but I got accepted to graduate school in Chicago! I know, I'm so excited. (Living in SoCal, I was tempted to say I'm so amped or I'm stoked on it, but sometimes I just refuse to act like I live here. Take that, SoCal). This means that I will officially be living in the windy city. I'm SO excited. I've been looking at apartments, thinking of cute coats and boots I could buy, and making a "Chi City Dream List" with all the things I want to do when I get there. Then, today I realized that meant I'd be a resident of Illinois, and that does not sound appealing at all. So I may not ever leave the city. We'll see. I'm gladly accepting "city girl" tips, seeing as I've never been one before. I'm also accepting "how to live in weather too cold for God" tips, because I'm trying to pretend I can manage. Haha. I may actually die.
Certain things remind me how much I miss Florida and all that in entailed. Is is stupid to reminisce on high school and college with a tinge of longing? I think it's ok, because then I look at where I am right now in my life and I couldn't be more satisfied. Unless of course I could breakdance. And I could really be closer to God. That's something I'd like prayer for, if you're one to pray.
I PROMISE I'll try to post more! At least a funny video or something. Much love from the van down by the Pacific...
xo Ash
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