I don’t know if it’s the cooler weather, cozy candle scents, or layered fashions that do it. It’s fall now. And sometimes while driving - the trees mesh densely together in a sea of bee pollen yellow and smooth caramel orange, the song that reminds you of a time of life you wish you’d lived in for a short while comes on the radio (for me it’s “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For” by U2), some sun lays out the road ahead - and all is right with the world. These are moments of appreciation I’m eager to hold on to.

For not all of life can be like this. Living in a rose-colored bubble can’t teach much of hardship or perseverance. These things grow a person. So I'm learning.

“Let not our longing slay our appetite for living.” — Jim Eliot

I remember when my mom first read me that. Constant longing for the rose-colored bubble, for something that seems better and greater than what I have now, hinders me from truly living. My life is not, and will not, be perfectly lined up all the time. But when little moments like the above do come along, do appreciate them. Perhaps these are God’s way of letting us know we’ll be ok.

When the radio gets old (quite often), music choices on the way to school have lately included “At Last” by Etta James, The Father of the Bride soundtrack, and “Revolution 1” by The Beatles. And U2 of course.

To do:

— pick up piano

— learn The Father of the Bride 09 by George Walks on piano

— buy fall candles (caramel should be included somehow)

— bring out beanies and jackets from storage

Fall clothes sorting; Back to studying

XO Annika

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To conclude, my first trip to Pittsburgh was lovely. We drove through the city at just about 5, when all the business people were walking out of their respective skyscrapers. We stopped at a red light where to my right two ladies dressed in pantsuits stepped out of a pinkish ten-story onto the sidewalk with boxy purses and coffee, exchanged a few words (probably “great day at the office, see you tomorrow”), and went their separate ways. That same scenario must repeat thousands of times around 5 pm in the city.

Highlight: Breakfast. The kind where you don’t leave one thing out (eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, pancakes, waffles, teas, coffees, coffee cakes, muffins, oatmeal, fruit, etc.). Embassy Suites, downtown Pittsburgh was among the best. What’s better than hotels that do free made-to-order omelettes?

Honorable mention: 📍Point State Park

To keep it real: I’ve honestly never been more happy for a hotel to shower my 3-days-unwashed-camp hair. Sometimes even the high messy bun + headband formula doesn’t quite hide it.

Flight 93 memorial on trip back. Worth the stop.



Put simply - it was cold and damp. Yet there was sun.

It had leaks and was worn out. Yet filled with love (both our tent and our hearts).

Pt. 2 to come soon.




Because my old blogging platform doesn't support exporting to this platform, I'd like this first post to be a place to remember some of my favorite moments I wrote about there. It will be like an old file tucked away that I can look back on once in a while. Periodically I like to go upstairs to the attic to access those old files, those memories from older days. After all, it's important to remember where we come from.