Forgetting, It Happens.

Did I ever tell you about the time I found one of my friends in my basement?

That's a funny story, I should tell it to you sometime.


School started...Yay. *Makes pouty face and squints eyes*

In Science I learned about the Moon, elementary, I know, but hey, we forget things...

I wonder if the Moon is offended that we don't visit it anymore...Sorry, would if I could.



Today I listened to possibly the most depressing song ever. :( It reminds me of the time I moved to Minnesota, and also the time I left Minnesota for the place of my dreams.

The smallest things remind me of what life was like before, during, and after the move. When I play soccer it reminds me of the joyous times I played pick-up soccer games with mostly college/highschool guys, I miss those goofs.

Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE it here in Indy, hence the bold text, italicized, AND the underlining. (That means it's pretty intense) But I miss the memories in Minnesota, even the plain-ness of the area, there was something unique about it. It was almost mysterious, almost. It was almost pleasing to live there, almost.
It was only almost there. The right person will see it fully there.

I guess I'm just not that type of person.

I tried really hard not to like it there. I wouldn't accept the fact that I was turning into a true Minnesotan. People say I have the accent, I mourn when I hear that.

"So little to remember, so much to forget."

But here's the thing...

I still remember it.

I remember everything.

The sadness, the happiness, the jokes, the laughs, the memories.

I remember it all.

It left a mark on me, almost permanent, almost.

"I'm a better man than I was before, knowing you has made me strong.

I sure am gonna miss you when I'm gone."


I dreaded saying goodbye, not only to the people, but the memories that were held there. They'll soon vanish, they'll be forgotten. It will be like I never even took a breath there, just like I always wished. People forget, they always do, always will.


My good friend, Seth, let's talk about him for a bit.

I met him two days before I moved to Minnesota. I didn't contact him within the two years I was gone; but every time I visited, he came up to me with a smile and embraced me in a hug. I only saw him twice within those two years, but he never forgot me.

Now I'm back, we still talk, we're good friends.

Here's what stands out to me:

I only met him two days before I moved, I hung out with him for two hours.  One of my best friends that I've known since 3rd grade didn't know my name. I've lost friendships in Indiana from the move, many of them I've known for more than a year, I knew Seth for two hours.

Remembering is a rare thing, half the people I know in Minnesota I can't contact, I have no hold of them. It's like there's a rope but only one person is holding on, and I have no idea which one it is.

I try to believe it's not me, but sometimes I can't help but think maybe I am grasping on to the little bit of Minnesota I can't have.

No matter how much I want to forget it, something is almost holding on, almost.

One thing I can't forget is how much it changed me, it made me who I am. I think when I moved I found myself.

So if someone thinks I've changed after I moved back to Indiana, I changed into me, the real me.


This is who I am.

New Season, New Jerseys

As I was reading my dear friend's blog Paper Raindrops I realized that I haven't posted in 21 one days! :O Oops...


Sorry.

In news of my life...

Well...


I made the team! :)

Don't mind my un-made bed and my closet...

Do people actually make their beds in the morning or is that just a myth?


Anywho,


It's officially safe to say I play for Genesis United now. :) Although I have already subbed for the Girl's game because they didn't have enough players I wasn't on the team yet. Junior Varsity is full so I asked if I could be on the Girl's team, I gave them the papers and they gave me the jerseys.

I must say, the hardest part about joining the team has been not being able to eat Oreos until after practice. But other than that it's been an amazing experience so far.

This is the first actual competitive team I've been on. I've been on a 'just for fun' team three other times when I was younger but this is definitely new. I actually have to try! *Gasps* ;) Last year the Girl's team won state so it's pretty intense.

Oh, and if you happen to see '#44' scribbled somewhere, that may have been me. ;)

I need to start practicing, that's for sure.

Good-bye afternoon Oreos, I'll miss you.

-Anna

Oh Joy to The Missing Socks

As I was unpacking a box I found a treasure.

I found my missing sock. It was protecting a spiral-paper-holder-thingy. I completely forgot about it up until that point, and I must say...I missed it quite a bit. I paired the lonely sock up immediately with it's match, they're happy now.

I think most of the time God is the 'Missing sock' in our lives. We don't pay attention to it until we need it. We don't realize how long it's been missing until we want to wear it. We don't seek God until we need desperately need Him. Truth is, we always need God; we're nothing on our own. And, similar to that, we also need socks. But sometimes we replace socks with sandals, like we replace God with material things. Or we just get another sock, like how we seek other things for help.

And the crazy thing is, God is OK with that. He doesn't cut us off from Him. Usually, He puts something in our lives to realize exactly how much we need Him. He keeps saving us though we fail Him every day. He keeps our hearts alive though we search for substitutes.

Now, it's okay to have missing socks, I have thousands of them...I think I do, anyway. But don't forget, God's always there, even when your socks aren't.



It's amazing how the little things in life can change your point of view.

Just like missing socks.