Tie Dye is Back!!
Hello my little mespers. I come to you tonight from Upland, Indiana--apartment 2M--Taylor University and especially thankful for you. Who you are and the community that we were last semester. I am coming to realize that Dave was so infuriatingly right on about leaving Egypt with so many more questions than answers. So basically the shit is starting to hit the fan here at Taylor U and I'm understanding that I'm different. Summer was so blah for me--so this challenging sometimes frustrating environment is certainly exhilirating, but I'm slightly bewildered by what an oddity mesp has helped me become.
I can't believe it was only a week ago we dropped Marky Baby off at Bethel University. Buffalo Wild Wings with Cecka on a sweaty move in day and then a little mesp contingent at Cecka's flat: Andrew U, Claire, Cecka, Corrine (sporting a new diamond), and I eating cookies fresh from the oven make me nostalgic for Agouza and the potato man. I spent the night with Claire at Northwestern--don't worry she is alive and well, but this online journal thing is not her forte. Now button making--that is an area of expertise for our tall friend. She sent me on my way with two buttons for my green corduroy backpack one read I heart Ataturk and the other says Jesus loves the Palestinians.
Its wonderful and strange to be back at school and intellectually stimulated. The apartment is starting to look like a home--8x10 photos of the desert and Turkey waterfall--5x7 of men praying in Alexandria and women in the desert showing their henna. Ataturk has not yet found a home I'm searching for the perfect place for those striking blue eyes against the black and white background. I think that's all she wrote. Peace.
P.S. I love tie dye
I can't believe it was only a week ago we dropped Marky Baby off at Bethel University. Buffalo Wild Wings with Cecka on a sweaty move in day and then a little mesp contingent at Cecka's flat: Andrew U, Claire, Cecka, Corrine (sporting a new diamond), and I eating cookies fresh from the oven make me nostalgic for Agouza and the potato man. I spent the night with Claire at Northwestern--don't worry she is alive and well, but this online journal thing is not her forte. Now button making--that is an area of expertise for our tall friend. She sent me on my way with two buttons for my green corduroy backpack one read I heart Ataturk and the other says Jesus loves the Palestinians.
Its wonderful and strange to be back at school and intellectually stimulated. The apartment is starting to look like a home--8x10 photos of the desert and Turkey waterfall--5x7 of men praying in Alexandria and women in the desert showing their henna. Ataturk has not yet found a home I'm searching for the perfect place for those striking blue eyes against the black and white background. I think that's all she wrote. Peace.
P.S. I love tie dye
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