new skin

The only thing from Washington that physically remains are the bugs plastered on the front of my car. The smell of my laundry is now home, my room has finally started to feel like mine, now I don't worry about taking keys with me when I leave the house, driving anywhere rarely happens alone but now those riding shotgun are most often under 16 and typically blast Taylor Swift - which is a drastic change from Bellingham where my car was a sort of sanctuary where me and many friends laughed, cried, and shared life.

What would I give for one of those drives through Bellingham with a great friend to sort out my thoughts tonight? Well...anything in my possession. Thankfully I know that through Him I will be strengthened, encouraged, and refreshed. More on the events of the week once I figure them out a bit more.

One thing that is constantly weighing on my heart this week -- Erin's accident. I can remember her laugh and smile, drive-thru runs during boy's basketball games, waking up to Erin having an outfit laid out for me to wear to school and anxious to curl the back of my hair for me, the slapping sound our flip-flops would make running up the courtroom steps to get money from her mom for fake nails or Java Junkie mexican hot chocolates... how have 7 years passed and these things are so vivid in my mind that it seems like it happened today, and will happen again tomorrow? I miss her.