like, open to go anywhere, anytime. it makes you question why you ever wanted freedom to begin with.
upon arriving at my new home yesterday, john and i were greeted by kwan, a twenty-something thai girl who just completed her masters in piano. when we walked into my room, everything seemed perfect. i had more space than my memory recalled, the bed was comfortable, the lighting was awesome and....there was a giant cross burn on the wall?
not sure where it came from, but right above my desk is an oval shaped coat of black residue surrounding a cross. the fix? cover it up with my own cross. after two hours of unpacking, john and i explored princeton and basked in the familiar business of life and plans that comforts me.
today started off sluggishly. although my room has ac, it was hot and stuffy the entire night, giving me a handful of awesomely vivid dreams. i hesitantly ventured into the bathroom to take on the high-sided tub/shower combo. despite my initial fear, i learned to appreciate the tiny bathroom's quirks, including the light mist from the shower, the two boxes of "take" supplies left by the last housemate, and the rows of cosmetics in foreign languages. we then headed out for a trip to triumph brewery for lunch. the place was surprisingly big and airy, and hosts live bands on the weekends. if only i was twenty-one. : ( our next stop was back home to pick up my paperwork for the bonner foundation. sitting silently in my room for about ten minutes, a woman started screaming frantically outside for help. emerging from the house, john and i saw an infant precariously teetering on the edge of a stroller while his mother helplessly looked on from behind the stroller, her pinkie finger caught in the locking mechanism in the back. luckily, a good samaritan with shaking hands and khakis rushed to pick up the infant while i helped the woman extract herself from the stroller. for someone who hates blood, this was a bit too much for me, but we freed her and made sure she went straight to the hospital.
the rest of the afternoon followed in a similar fashion. our next stop was the bonner foundation where john and i were wisked off by the former president, wayne, in a kidnapping of sorts. leaving the foundation at the same time, wayne and i exchanged "hellos" and the next thing i knew he was jumping into his car, pulling up to us, and telling us to get in. in typical wayne fashion, john and i spent the next fifteen minutes chatting about life en route to drop off some paperwork for wayne's older son abe at princeton high. it was this little thing that made me re-appreciate the chaos of the bonner life and what this summer holds for me. right now i'm writing this for all of you faithful friends out there while i listen to the newest batch of music that anthony ronda has shared with me. (kudos.) until later.
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