Here I sit, on my couch, sipping my morning coffee, looking out over Baltimore. From my 8th floor windows, I can see the historic Belvedere Hotel, the Johns Hopkins Medical Campus, the city prison, many church steeples, and dozens upon dozens of row houses. My apartment is on the northeast corner of the building, so I catch the morning sun. And what a beautiful sunrise it was this morning!
It is a gift to sit here and reflect upon the insanity and the abundant blessings of the last week. My parents and I arrived last Tuesday in the wee hours of the morning. It took awhile to gather 6 pieces of luggage (plus our carry-ons) and find a shuttle that could fit them all. But we made it, and I am grateful both for their help and that every bag made it in one piece!
The next few days were a blur. Shopping trips. Cleaning. Assembling furniture. Scouring Craigslist. Unpacking. Organizing. Filling up many blank walls.
Already, I have been blessed by the people I have met. The staff of my building are kind and helpful. My new friend Liz (who I met when I came to look at apartments in May) is 5 floors down, and has been a kindred spirit. We have been pretty much attached at the hip for the last few days - studying together, exploring the school together, etc. Lots of laughter and good conversation. I am looking forward to being her accompanist this semester!
So here I am, one trip to IKEA, 2 hard-working parents, 3 trips to Walmart, 4 hours of deliberation over which curtains to buy, 5 thunderstorms, and countless trips up the elevator later...I am finally home. There is still work to be done. Things that need a home. Walls that need to be clothed. But already, this is a place I love to be. Quiet. Light-filled. Peaceful. A place where I can take a deep breath and have a brief oasis from the intensity of school. I look forward to the hours spent in this place...the people that will sit around my table with me...the mornings just like this one...the conversations and laughter and tears that will be shared in this room. And I look forward to watching this city and learning about it from above.
It is a gift to sit here and reflect upon the insanity and the abundant blessings of the last week. My parents and I arrived last Tuesday in the wee hours of the morning. It took awhile to gather 6 pieces of luggage (plus our carry-ons) and find a shuttle that could fit them all. But we made it, and I am grateful both for their help and that every bag made it in one piece!
The next few days were a blur. Shopping trips. Cleaning. Assembling furniture. Scouring Craigslist. Unpacking. Organizing. Filling up many blank walls.
Already, I have been blessed by the people I have met. The staff of my building are kind and helpful. My new friend Liz (who I met when I came to look at apartments in May) is 5 floors down, and has been a kindred spirit. We have been pretty much attached at the hip for the last few days - studying together, exploring the school together, etc. Lots of laughter and good conversation. I am looking forward to being her accompanist this semester!
So here I am, one trip to IKEA, 2 hard-working parents, 3 trips to Walmart, 4 hours of deliberation over which curtains to buy, 5 thunderstorms, and countless trips up the elevator later...I am finally home. There is still work to be done. Things that need a home. Walls that need to be clothed. But already, this is a place I love to be. Quiet. Light-filled. Peaceful. A place where I can take a deep breath and have a brief oasis from the intensity of school. I look forward to the hours spent in this place...the people that will sit around my table with me...the mornings just like this one...the conversations and laughter and tears that will be shared in this room. And I look forward to watching this city and learning about it from above.
Excited to see your apartment someday! I know you will make it into a home... sounds like you already have. :) Love you!
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