the best youtube video i've ever seen

Generally, I don't like to make this blog about anyone other than myself (you know what they say Dad, "it's all about me!"...I was being slightly facetious)

Anyways. Watch this.

No seriously. Watch it, and then send it to your friends.

this is the blog that never ends, it just goes on and on my friends...

"I've had a lot of bloggable thoughts lately, so I'm starting one," Lauren said to me today.

"Good."

That's how I feel about blogs. They are good. And I think there are such things as bloggable thoughts. And after Lauren said that, I thought to myself. "Dang. I have bloggable thoughts too!"

I've been itching to get back on this bad boy, but I fear that maybe I'm less exciting than when I was battling Salmonella (oh, right. That's what I had. Thanks Delhi!) and living out of my back-pack---

maybe I need to change the tag line.

Anyways, I'm sure there's an old adage somewhere that has something to say about "one man's bloggable thoughts being another man's treasure" ...or garbage as this case may be, so if you're not up for reading this, you have my permission to unsubscribe to this.

I won't be offended (much).

Just know that every time you hit the unsubscribe button a little angel loses it's wings.

Or so I've been told.

With that being said, I've mostly lost my bloggable thoughts for now. I guess the only thing to share is that Chapter 2 of Rachel's Big Adventure: Moody Edition, has been going wonderfully well. I am blessed to be here, and despite being an awkward 20 year old freshman, am making friends and learning more about Jesus everyday.

So keep reading if you'd like, my friends. Or if you're sick of procrastination or spending your time being entertained by wholesome writing (nevermind the grammar) then by all means, nice knowing you through the blogosphere.

On a more enticing note: guess who has to wear a full tuxedo to work?

...I smell adventure.

much to do about something.

I can't tell if I want this to be the last post of this blog. On one hand,I think it'd be a little sneaky if I were to continue blogging. It seems like I'd be taking advantage of all of the subscribers (21! wow!!). Yet, the idea of sitting down to write and having an audience is so appealing... I blame it on showchoir.

I'm laying in bed and it's 630 am on a Sunday morning. Why am I up this early? Jet-lag. Huzzah. I thought I'd overcome it. I had been pushing myself to stay up until midnight, then 1030, then 10, and then last night I barely made it to 930. So I guess this is what I get. Tonight will be rough, I'm sure, but pretty much every time I lay down in my bed I am overcome with the much-ness of being home.

For example, things smell much better. No more calling me Curry Armpits, or trying to sniff them when you see me for the first time. I now smell like a daisy.
I would say that food tastes much better here- but I haven't be able to sample much of the mouth watering assortments of fruits, veggies, and gorgeous flank steak sitting in the refrigerator. My body is taking a bit longer to adjust than I had anticipated....the doctor put me on a rice, toast, banana diet...if you catch my drift.

sick.

Anyway, at least the food is much more appealing here.

As a female, I am much more free. I walked out of the house yesterday wearing a skirt that showed my knees and a tank top. And no one oggled me, or tried to video tape me walking around.
I'm experiencing the much-ness of our wealth- the fact that I have my own bedroom when there are whole families that share a tent on the side of a road in Delhi.
There's much internet to be had here.

I think I'm much different too.

Actually, I know that I am. But I can't pin print what it is that has changed. A little bit of everything maybe.

I tried to explain to my friend the other day how this trip had changed my life. It really has, I think.
I think I failed miserably because after a rambling scattered explanation the poor chap tried to summarize it as, "so basically everything you already knew became real to you".

I said sure. Because that's in part true. But there's much more to it. Maybe you will help me figure it out over the next couple of days, weeks, months, and as the years unfold because I sure as heck can't place my finger on it.

But I am changed. Maybe because I am beginning to scratch the surface of comprehending the transformative power of God's grace. Maybe because I want to learn Hebrew. Maybe because understanding my Jewish identity actually plays a part in my testimony. It's all of that and more, I'm sure.

So, I'll let you know when another little nugget of "aha! this is how i'm different!" pops into my life. And you let me know too.

I'd appreciate it.


As always, thanks for praying. God is good.

Rachel

oh. this is way too sad.

Why like this, Ghee?

How is it time to say goodbye? How could 10 weeks could have gone by so quickly and so impossibly slow that it feels as though we've lived in Israel and India our whole lives?...you know, minus the whole not speaking either of the languages.

It's kind of hard to be really emotional and put forth a stirring blogpost when I'm wedged in an awkward seat at an internet cafe in Delhi, so I'll keep this one short. I'll blog more when I get home and want to procrastinate from unpacking/repacking for Moody.

Oh yes. the Next adventure.

Maybe I should have entitled this blog "lifetime for adventure".


See you in 'Merica.

t.m.i?

true life: my armpits smell like curry.