Monthly Archives: August 2008

Full Circle…

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I might have noted this in a previous blog entry, but I find it interesting that my sister and I have ended up in opposite places. What I mean by this is she was born in San Diego and I was born near San Francisco-so we’ve swapped and we both seem to fit the respective cities in which we are now living!

All of this being said, I have somewhat felt that living in SD has brought me full circle in my life-not that there aren’t more circles to be experienced, but still…now I am sure you are all wondering what I mean by this statement. Really, it’s just been interesting to note all of the memories that have been experienced around the San Diego area throughout my life. I’m going to try to mention some here:

-My sister was born here (1985) and we lived here for three years-I have even been back to see my handprints still in the cement at our home in Encinitas
-Growing up, my family had a timeshare in Carlsbad-leading to many vacations and frequent visits to the Gaslamp District (1990-2000)
-Many basketball tournaments throughout high school-including one where we stayed at the hotel right off the exit where I now live (1996-2000)
-On my road trip after graduating high school, Lindsay, Desi, Heather, and I ate at the Denny’s off my exit (2000)
-In college, visits back to see Lindsay at USD and meeting up with other friends for random vacations and get togethers (2000-2004)
-Upon graduating college, my mom getting me a timeshare in Carlsbad where me and about 10 friends came and went all week long (2005)
-In the past few years, there have been several FCA reunions in San Diego and once, we even met up with Roxy and Travis at the Island’s located-you got it, right off of our exit (2006-current)

It’s also interesting to be living with a friend from college who has been with me to experience many ups and downs in my life while at the same time be rooming with a new friend, Caitlin, who has admitted that getting to know me is like “opening up a new gift each day”—too funny; good thing she didn’t know all she was getting into or we might not have ever convinced her to come out west! And of course, the opportunity to now live with Jamie, who over the past few years has become a big factor and accountability partner in my walk.

It’s so awesome to look and see God’s hand involved in all aspects of my life. I’m excited to start a new chapter here and look forward to all the fun memories this adventure is sure to make!

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Schneple Drive

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Yes, folks, you read that right!  We have a home on Schneple Drive in beautiful San Diego!  Don’t worry, there will soon be a blog debut highlighting all the fun and craziness of this place!

In the meantime, I have 8 minutes left on my public library’s computer (located within walking distance of our home, sweet, home and literally the coolest public library I’ve ever been to!)  Well, life has been a whirlwind these past few weeks-any involved in my life or attempting to be (via email, phone, text, etc.) can attest to this truth!

Overall, life is wonderful!  I need to unpack and organize approximately 28 boxes of junk tonight so that Caitlin can breathe easier.  The Schneple house has already slept over 6 guests (not including the four roommates) and hosted over 10 in its two days of existence-numbers that will only increase tonight as my mom comes to visit!  What a blessing this house has already proven to be….God is so faithful!

I wish I could write more-but between checking account balances (very important now that I’m jobless-thankfully no longer homeless, but still…), my emails, reading others’ blogs (sorry for the time limitations and not being able to comment)-this is about all I can muster up before this thing shuts me down!  So, I’m off to meander through the book sale section and get a library card before heading home to chaos! 

Address is: 8581 Schneple Dr. San Diego, CA 92126

San Diego Shennanigans

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So, my first “official” trip househunting in San Diego has come to a finish. I place “official” in quotations because there are some standards of “officialness”. To name a few: must arrive before midnight (the last trip was totally last minute and we didn’t go to bed until 4am) and must stay more than 12 hours (the prior trip lasted a total of about six hours yet included finding a home, falling in love with a home, and being rejected a home-a feeling that’s become all too familiar). Please, let me explain.

The breakdown of the past few days of my life begins on Sunday when-after church, breakfast, and tutoring-I came home, flushed the toilet, and toilet overflowed. I am talking major flow over. Disgusting. Not a good start to a day of packing-we put mom back to work reminiscent of her days of either Trauma ICU situations or of times over 20 years ago when Sister and I were in diapers. Thanks again, Mom. Thankfully, I had help from Acosta, Ladejeisha (child labor laws being broken here?) and my mom’s husband with the packing up of my portion of the house.

Sunday wraps up beautifully (despite crying meltdown over the prospect of missing my sister soon-quickly relieved by a sister trip to Yogurtland), Monday goes on without a hitch, and I hit the road on Monday. I begin by stopping at Togo’s to eat while driving a 14′ UHaul. I decide I should probably stop by my mom and Jim’s house because I won’t be able to do it regularly anymore 😦 So, I stop by their home and enjoy a wonderful conversation with my mom before continuing the trek to Poway. On the way down, I feel very ‘adult’ in my ability to drive a Uhaul and even speed past the Truck Weigh In station while momentarily forgetting I was, in fact, in a truck. Ooops. I also unfortunately missed a call from Korea because I didn’t recognize the number and didn’t put two and two together. Bummer. Anyways, I arrived to the Boyd’s home about 10:30 and stayed up laughing and talking with Cindy until about midnight. What a delight!

I woke up early to head to the UHaul storage center-Ruth and Jen enlisted the help of two others and the Boyd’s came along for the joy of unloading fourteen solid feet of my life’s belongings-a task that was fueled by a steady stream of donuts, cart races, and laughter. Not much afterwards, I headed to 24 hour fitness for the sole purpose of showering. You should please keep in mind that since my triathlon debut, FCA Rugby and Water Buffalo Thursdays have been the extent of my workouts. So I was not even tempted to work out while there, but laughed as I confessed to the lady working at the desk that I was entering with a donut (not for me, but still, I was carrying it very clearly out in the open and had a lapse of guilty conscience)-I did not find the courage to also admit I was coming for the sole use of their shower facilities. I silently wondered what my life had come to that I was needing to shower in a public place-and was curious as to whether or not this would become a regular adventure). After having the girls pray for our day of househunting, we were off!

Jamie arrived on-time…and even a little bit early, if you can imagine that…to begin our day’s adventure. I feel the need to point this out and to give credit where credit was due. Funny thing was, the lady in charge of our first appointment had actually forgotten our appointment, so we got to spend some time wandering the neighborhood. And we fell in love. Immediately. Quaint, quiet, cozy, comfortable. Cole Court felt like home-but we had other appointments and continued on our merry way. We drove by a home having an open house-one we had seen on the previous trip, and were just as disappointed this time around-and went on to our second appointment. Thirty minutes south. I’m talking practically in Mexico here. We were not feeling it-although the house ended up being cute, the commute was not going to be appreciated by either one of us-or the environment. So we headed on back to our side of the world to look some more-found a really disgusting piece of property that we instantly rejected (and we’re not being overly picky at this point)-then found our way back to Cole Court to wander the neighborhood some more and we chatted with one of the neighbors, Gretchen, for quite some time. We decided to go by a reality service to see if we could increase our odds of finding a home–after being chastised by the not-so-pleasant woman working there, we headed back to the Clairemont area. We called Jill, the lady from the first appointment, en route to let her know we were interested-where do we sign? Only to hear those words we now dread-another application is being processed, I will let you know how it turns out. Well, naturally, we all know what that means. No house for you (similar to “no soup for you”, if you will).

By this point we needed some ice cream-nothing like a little culinary comfort in the middle of a discouraging day. While eating the ice cream, Jamie and I both realized we were solely eating to be eating and rather than being satisfied became a little disgusted with ourselves and decided our next course of action would be to visit the local library to utilize some free internet to search some more. This is when the sarcasm set in. Man approaches us in the parking lot asking if either of us have considered going back to school to which Jamie responds “I already work at a university” while I simultaneously state “we are not interested in going back to school, but we are interested in finding a home-do you know where any are available? Preferrably a 3-bedroom, 2-bath, over 1000 square foot masterpiece that accepts small animals?” I really didn’t add all of the details-but he said he’d be willing to have us take over his lease up the road (of a one bedroom apartment).

We made it to the library finding ourselved discouraged, full of sarcasm, and highly amused. The first library was infested  full of small children, so we opted to drive two miles to the nearest library.  We were successful in this endeavor-and even found another home to drive by.  Lucky for us, the door was left open on this pink home-complete with a nativity scene and Christmas lights adorning its castle-esque entryway and quickly found out that one of the rooms was equivalent to a walk-in closet.  Not going to cut it.  By this point, my phone had died and I had naturally left my charger at the Boyd’s.  So we searched for a Verizon to buy a car charger and upon checking out, sarcasm again slipped through my lips, “Would you like a receipt?”  “No, sir, but we most certainly would like a home…”

So, there you have it.  We were done.  Eight hours and a half a tank of gas later, Jamie and I were spent.  So we headed to Jen and Ruth’s place to enjoy some down time.  Okay, I napped while Jen and Jamie went looking some more.  I woke up to enjoy a lovely dinner and a night of watching highly entertaining shows on TLC.  Jamie and I headed back to her place around 11pm-when the shows started repeating-and enjoyed a ride in complete silence.  But we knew what we both were thinking.

We were up at 6:45am to bring me to the Greyhound station to head back up to LA.  I sat by Ed.  A 27-year old aspiring artist who is currently living in Seattle but has moved over 100 times in his life.  After my day, I find it hard to fathom that anybody would voluntarily do this to themselves.  Okay, I suppose I did too-but 100 times?!  We enjoyed a lovely conversation-about Christ, church, Christians, music, family, work, school, etc. and then we both napped.  We said our farewells and I waited at the station for my sister.  After calling 14 times and sending 5 text messages I realized my dear sister was still sound asleep.  So I caught a cab home.  Disgruntled.

Between our “limited renting history”, the fact three of us are not employed in San Diego, and the reality of a bad market-househunting has become quite the exhausting undertaking!  But, it is official folks: I have been accepted to and will be attending Horizon School of Evangelism (H.S.E.) and living with Jennifer “Jojo” Rogers, Jamie “Jazzy Miss J/J-Jax” Jackson, and Caitlin “Soon-to-be roomie of the year” Ewing.  We are all excited, slightly stressed (okay, Jojo is suffering from panic attacks and went to see the cardiologist late last week), and very much looking forward to the day we find a house we can officially call home.

In the meantime, I remain encouraged by conversations with my mom, my sister (“You have to trust God, Kar”), my student Ladejeisha, and my fabulous future roommate, Caitlin. 

However, I am definitely looking forward to all four of us being together on this search.  We will keep you updated on the debut of our new post-to be announced shortly.  Until then, please keep us in prayer 🙂

San Diego Blog

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Hello, dear blog reader(s):

The time is coming upon us rapidly-I (along with three other girls) are about to embark on a journey to San Diego!  In honor of this, my future bunking roomie, Caitlin, had the BRILLIANT idea that we needed to create a blog in honor of all of the San Diego happenings. 

This is where you come in-we are soliciting help to come up with a witty, clever, and cute blog title.  We love the idea of the intentional community we are moving into-full with accountability, love, encouragement, laughter, and support.  Caitlin’s had some ideas involving something from Ephesians (chapters 4 or 5)-or even a cool word in another language that we could somehow incorporate.  So, PLEASE!  Any ideas-let us know 🙂  Feel free to leave random rambling streams of thoughts as well 🙂

I hold you all to high standards-this is how I came to decide upon Mellow Yellow’s name.  Good call!