Go West Young Man!

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. -John Maesfield, "Sea-Fever"

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"I wish I were driving out on the freeway

Beneath a graveyard, western sky." -Counting Crows

Just a little post to expound on the fleetingness of life. I can see how many people look back on their lives and regret. After all, time moves so quickly-- if there is no joy, no depth, no learning of the virtues within those moments than life will seem not just fast moving but also empty. And there is something magical about loving people, about loving God, that sometimes slows down the days enough that you can really take it in and enjoy. Trips to see loved ones, school, our time living in a particular place all wind down to a close eventually, but we thank the Lord who makes all things new that the end of one time is the beginning of another.

Pictures of Washington and an update on all we've been deciding (and its a lot) in a short while, I promise.