My Heart Like a Kick Drum

If you're an Avett Brothers fan at all, you probably recognize the title of this particular post, and you might even be aware that they recently played at Nautica Pavilion in Cleveland. You might even think I was there.......... Yeah, I wasn't. Womp womp wommmmmp. But this is not a depressing post, dammit! 

I remember posting at the beginning of summer last year, and to think of where I was at mentally, emotionally, spiritually at that time, I have to smile! 2011 Emily would double over in laughter if someone had told her then where she would be a mere 12 months later. I'm all for traditions, so here's the second ever year in review via blog post:

1) Loved. (Repeat of last year, yeah yeah, I know - this time it was different)

2) Learned more about myself than I could ever expect, especially second semester. Not having Lighthouse in your life gives you a lot of "me time" to think about these things! I figured out if I can't be honest with myself how I'm feeling, there's no way I can be honest with anyone else about it...sometimes ya just gotta let it out, and cry on the way home from Kroger ;)

3) Actually, truly, fully, completely discovered the meaning of the phrase "friends become family". There's never been a doubt that UD is my second home, but the people who enriched my life this year are people I can genuinely say wholeheartedly will be in my life forever, without a doubt. 

4) Celebrated and experienced all that turning 21 means, surrounded by said family. (Usually at good old Milano's) 

4a) Blue Flyers, Yuengling, Blue Beer Day, Dublin Pub..... #memories 

5) Went gluten and dairy free! Sure, it didn't last forever, but I have practically kissed milk out of my life. Who is this girl!? 

6) Stopped journaling. This makes me kind of sad, but my logic was something like this (in 20 years I'll be kicking myself for this ) - I don't want to write when things are going so well and I'm happier than I've ever been, I feel like I'll miss a minute of it or jinx it! 

7) Here's a shocker: went on a different retreat, not Lighthouse. Reflected on what both meant for me, realized how different of a place I was in from one to the next. Met even more pretty cool people. One thing I didn't do at Metanoia...eat butter cake. It just looked too gross to even try. I didn't bother using a pen to cut pieces for myself or anyone else because there weren't any knives. Nope, didn't happen.

8) Traveled to and from Medina too many times to count, but always accompanied by my favorite person to spend 3 hours in the car with, or do just about anything with for that matter. I'm a lucky girl. 

9) Hashtagged the heck out of everything

10) Spent considerably less time at Club Roesch, studying my life away - still had my best semester ever academically all the while going out on weeknights for a beer at Milano's, sleeping on the balc, and just generally shooting the shit with my roommates far too often (#idonthateit)

11) Celebrated half a year with a man I am pretty in love with, seriously...who would have guessed that would happen!?

12) Also spent considerably less time at the Galley, this will change come senior year - I'm back on campus baby! Flex on flex on flex! (I will never call it debit, dammit)

13) Fully experienced what community means, how hard it can be sometimes, but how worthwhile it is.

14) Set myself up for a pretty incredible senior year...

For the first time in a few years, I don't have a summer job! Well, you can count working for Papa H a job, but let's be serious, I'll be working in the basement - aka I don't have to shower, brush my teeth, or even put real clothes on (relax, I will do at least the second one of those things...). I took the first week to get readjusted to being home and make mental goals for myself of how I want my summer to look. Now that I've retaken my own room, I'm excited to unpack my junior year, set myself up at Pine Hill for the next three months, and enjoy what could potentially be my last summer at home in a way different than I have before. More focus on simplicity, more time for prayer, more listening, less talking, visits, books, music, exercise, studying hard (yeah, I'm the idiot who didn't block out academics for the summer), just being me, spending time with people I love. Oh yeah, did I mention adventuring in Alaska with my brother and sister-in-law and their precious daughter? T-minus 8 days! Bring it on, west coast!

I don't want to wish the summer away, really I don't! But at the same time, I know I have so much to look forward to in the fall: a new job as an RA and what that will look like for me, the challenges of it, the joys of it; Lay Marianist Formation - this is finally the right timing, I couldn't be more thrilled; having the incredible opportunity to co-direct Lighthouse with a very special lady in my life and get to know what is undoubtedly going to be another beautiful family of a team; all the shenanigans to be had at Stewart Street Apartments (boys, you know you'll be seeing lots of me, prepare yourselves accordingly...I call Paul's bed); cycling class with half of the (former) girls of 57 Woodland; and living the heck out of every single moment. 

For now, though, I suppose it's time for sleep - just 6 more until a reunion of some of that UD family before we each go off to our own individual callings for the summer. For anyone reading, shoot up some prayers for all of those adventures we'll be going on - whether they're across the world or around this beautiful country - I have no doubt God has guided all of us to where we're supposed to be and He has such big plans for us to share His love in such unique ways this summer! Let's be serious, without a job, I'll be back to blog from Alaska sometime next week! Yay, God :)

We're Not the Same, But That's What Makes Us Strong

I'm sitting at work, the front desk of VWK, with 19 minutes left in my shift - is that enough for a new blog post? We will have to see!

It's March, and somehow, we survived February without obnoxious amounts of snow, ice, negative wind chills, and cold in general. In fact, on that day that only comes once every four years - it was 70 degrees. I didn't hate it a bit.

I swear, Father Time is on fast-forward because I find it impossible to believe I am officially more than halfway done with the second semester of my junior year of college. Yes, that means there's only 2 and a half semesters left. Let the grad school applications, "last time at/doing/for...." events, squeezing the life out of every second even more than I already do, and any other senior activity begin. Well, not quite...you see, there's the whole "last summer" issue to attend to. Much to the dismay of my boyfriend, I will be spending two weeks in Alaska with my brother, sister-in-law, and baby niece - probably fending off all the crazies featured on Alaska State Troopers, right Johnny? #jokesonjokes But in all seriousness, I get the chance to shadow an Army Physical Therapist on base at a time when soldiers are coming back from their tours overseas. Needless to say, it's a completely amazing opportunity and to say I'm excited is an understatement.

I would guess than three of my summer weekends will be spent in Salyersville, Kentucky, visiting some of my best friends at the UDSAP house. I feel like a proud mom to know the 2012 UDSAP community will be made up of such wonderful people and they're about to have life-changing summers! We'll be communicating old school style - letters, care packages, Morse code, and smoke signals - for 9 whole weeks! Such exciting adventures to be had and I couldn't be more thrilled for them... Jann, Tay, Grace, Anna, Petah - K some A down there, okay? :)

Although I will be sadder than sad to say goodbye to 57 Woodland come May, I am more than pleased to pass the best house at Dayton onto 6 wonderful, beautiful girls and let them share the magic that is the yellow house on the corner. They're going to do great things as an MSC, I'm sure of it. Speaking of - I'll also be sad to say goodbye to living with a house full of girls, there have been ups, there have been downs, tears, and laughter, but I wouldn't trade the learning and growing experience for anything. We've still got 8ish weeks of meals, prayer, lazy Saturday afternoons, and random fun to be had before we kiss junior year and the Darkside goodbye. Who knows what next year will bring - maybe I'll be on a floor of freshman girls? Maybe I'll be in my own apartment? Maybe I'll be up in the Bombing Commons with Yann! Whatever happens is meant to be that way and I'm excited to see what that is.

Happy Monday, everyone. Sorry for such a lame post. It was the best I could do in such a short amount of time! And no, this baby is no relation to me...some things are just too good to be true.

For today: don't sweat the small stuff, it will never be more than small stuff, so don't make it that way!

How Old is Your Soul?

Well since it's been about 3 months, I guess it's past time to write another blog. This, and my own journal tend to be empty for months at a time. Blame it on laziness or the inability to put things into words, whatever the reason, my drought is over! Hey if the world's going to end this year, I better have more than 4 blogs a year, right?

Shall I give the Cliffsnotes update of October, November, December, and half of January? In a nutshell: I fell deeper in love with Lighthouse on my 3rd retreat and last one as a team member. Talk about bittersweet. I think it was the best one, yet :) I was formally asked on a date to Dewey's that has since led to a completely unexpected and beautiful relationship with the kind of guy I didn't think actually existed. How lucky am I? I struggled more than I ever have academically, but did not break and did not give up. Never did I ever think I'd be so excited to see a "C-" on a report card. Organic Chemistry, you won some battles but I won the effin' war! Celebrated Thanksgiving at UD with the most wonderful family anyone could ask for, including - of course - a semi-drunk football game on the new Stuart Field (shouldn't have shot-gunned that beer beforehand). Spent a number of late nights at Milano's watching some of my favorite people turn 21 the only way we know how - with obnoxious electric blue and green shots. Danced on tables at all porch parties, singing "Let Us Love" at the top of my lungs. Laughed way too hard at Club Roesch with the most hilarious study buddies. Was successfully surprised for a SECOND time by one of the greatest people I know showing up in my bathroom, ready to help me ring in my 21st birthday with both my UD and Medina families (complete with an encounter with our very own superintendent). Became a Twitter-believer/user, but more importantly...a hashtag-er #yesthatsaword. Got to see my brother and sister-in-law reunite for the first time in nine months and see their baby girl light up instantly! Became best friends with my 14-year-old sister (that happened way sooner than I thought it would). Took pictures of Dick Clark on the TV on New Year's Eve much to the chagrin of my seven best friends. All in all, I couldn't be happier with the series of events - big and little - that closed a truly wonderful 2011. With that, I'm more than hopeful for what this second semester and whole year has to offer. Positivity is the motto, trusting the bigger plan is the course of action.

Cheers to many adventures to come, late nights at the library, making the memories that are worth more than grades every could be, dancing obnoxiously at the tall tables at the Galley, bottles of Barefoot Moscato, prayers before bedtime, email chains that are probably not as funny as we think they are, a final semester with a balcony, laughing until milk comes out of our noses, and spending money we don't have. Like always, get ready for one hell of a ride :)

Surreal

Jann just left for class and I told her "See you later, I'm gonna go be productive" -- that productivity has turned into blogging. I don't hate it.

Well, there's no question about it anymore - it's fall through and through. The leaves are beautiful combinations of red, orange, and yellow; the sun is shining the perfect amount; and there's a pleasant breeze to maintain the ideal temperature. I can't stop smiling! How could anyone not be completely in love with this season? It's time for the change we all know will come - eventually the leaves will fall and it'll be that nasty "w" word (rhymes with "splinter") - but the turning of the seasons always seem to invite NEW experiences. There hasn't been a single fall that I haven't loved. Bring on the pumpkin flavored things, Halloween decorations, apple cider, and sweaters!

Somehow - I honestly don't know how I get so lucky sometimes - I had a busy two and a half weeks leading up to fall break and while those sucked, it let me leave my backpack, agenda, books, etc.. at school for the blissful 4 days away from campus. Besides enjoying the weather, I got to spend time with some of my best friends - Thursday night turned into a good old fashioned sleep over with a "B" theme: brats, beans, beer, Bridesmaids, all at the Biancone household. Driving home with the Gracie Wynne was just a delight, I looked over at her a few times during the drive to catch her smiling to herself, thinking out loud "How did we get so lucky?!" We really are the luckiest girls I know.

Upon arriving back in the 330 on Friday, I walked into my house to be surprised by something...this might sound a little "out there" but I'd bet money you've all experienced this. The house I grew up the first 18 years of my life in had a very distinct smell. To me, that smell was home and was not something I could find anywhere else - maybe you recognize that smell at your best friend's or Grandparent's house. Anyways, the house my family moved into the summer before my freshman year at Dayton smelled unlived in, unloved, like no memories were made there, and completely not like home. This break, I walked in to a familiar scent I had all but forgotten about - for the first time in the 2+ years of having Pine Hill as my address, it finally smelled like home. I couldn't help but smile and I know my mom was excited when I told her.

Another weekend at home = more laughs, like always. My brother won the chili cook off hosted by our aunt and uncle and I swear, he's still bragging about it (2 days later) - it wouldn't surprise me if he talked about it until next year. Bebe Abigail ALMOST started crawling...she wants to, she does! Next time I see her she'll be a force to be reckoned with - time to start baby-proofing the house! (Something I doubt this house has ever seen)

The biggest news of fall break was Sunday morning. At 8:10 am, I began my first ever half-marathon. I kind of knew I wanted to do one but one big paycheck in the summer convinced me to spontaneously sign up for the Towpath Half in Peninsula. Training was a mental battle and it's like they say, sometimes the hardest step is the one out the door. A 9-mile run the week before convinced me that I was ready and some advice from my campus minister helped me tackle the internal battles I would no doubt face. The first 8/9 miles were honestly a piece of cake. That sounds crazy, especially coming from someone who spent her whole life playing volleyball, DESPISING running. One minute, I was at the starting line, the next I was at mile marker nine, no joke! Mile 11 proved to be extremely difficult - physically, my body was on autopilot but mentally, I was getting bored, tired of running, and felt like the end was nowhere to be seen. It was! I told myself "If you finish 11 miles, there are only 2.1 miles left - that's the loop around campus you do on easy days!" Once I hit the 13 mile mark and knew there was only 0.1 miles left, I was ecstatic. Approaching the finish line there were signs that said "SMILE!" and "RUNNERS PREPARE TO FINISH!" and a group of boys (that I swear were angels in disguise) who yelled "GO UD!!" after seeing my shirt that said I <3 UD. Finishing was the coolest thing ever. My family and Gracie greeted me after and I was speechless, almost in tears when I hugged Grace! It was such a cool, personal experience and I'm so happy I did it. I let a lot go on that run and realized I'm stronger than I think I am. 13.1 miles is no walk in the park - and my body is feeling that today! - but it was so possible because I believed in myself and had the support and encouragement of people I love.

The countdown to Lighthouse is less than 2 weeks. Excitement is an understatement. It all started for me a year ago, it will definitely be bittersweet knowing this is the last time I will physically share the retreat with the 5 people I started with back in Fall 2010 but what a blessing it is to have shared it with such amazing people I now consider family.

I'm currently sitting on my balcony overlooking the beautiful Darkside. Pinch me, this can't be real life.

Do something you wouldn't expect yourself to do today. It's October 10th, go crazy! :)

Daily Belly Laughs

Maybe it's because team retreat left me with such JOY and peace in my heart that I can't find anything to be upset or stressed about or maybe it's the lack of sleep I've experienced in the past 2 weeks (let's be serious, all of college?) but I find myself laughing randomly, by myself, hysterically. Not just a small chuckle to myself, I'm talking like - belly laugh, you try and hold it in and you're afraid your throat might close up, shoulder-shaking, snorting, tears streaming out your eyeballs laughter. And let me tell you what, I definitely don't hate it. Even when I started such laughter in the middle of daily mass today surrounded by a few of my roommates (it's contagious, by the way) I couldn't stop, as hard as I tried - it's mass for goodness sake!! - but then I realized this laughter surely must be a gift from God. He's put some wonderful people and experiences in my life that bring such simple and pure happiness I can't help but laugh or at least SMILE about it! 

So even though I've been at the library studying for the past 3 hours, I'm still smiling randomly to myself. Although I'm trying to reign in the obnoxious laughter that makes me look like I’m convulsing, I can’t make any promises that I will be able to do so forever.

Challenge for today: find something that makes you laugh as hard as absolutely nothing and everything has done for me recently! Don’t be afraid to let your laugh be loud for all to hear (because it’s the best way to spread Fall cheer?) 

Middle Spoon

Trying to come up with a clever blog post title is about as hard as coming up with a photo album title on Facebook - you want it to be witty, but have people wondering "what is she talking about really?" here's your answer...I like being the middle spoon. Yeah, maybe now you're asking yourself "how often does Emily share a bed with two people let alone one other person?" - don't worry about it, it happens and when it does, I like to settle myself in right between whoever those bed-mates may be. If you or someone you know would like more information on cuddling or spooning, please refer to the following video:

Snugglefest

What have you been doing with yourself for the past 4 weeks? Dying for another blog post by Emily? I'd guess not. I haven't either. But I find myself wanting to share some recent adventures both in pictoral and word form...

Approximately 2 weeks ago, I participated in the Warrior Dash in Carrolton, Ohio with some pretty cool cats - pictured below. First of all, I think the Dash was the biggest thing that ever happened to that town because every hotel, gas station, and family restaurant had signs welcoming us. Second of all, pretty sure I ran through, swam in, then "bathed" in sewage...and LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT. It really did smell somethin' terrible but that hour on the course was one of the most fun I've had in quite a long time. Every time I turned around, Grace was doin' her thang, running with a big ol' smile on her face. Between that sight and Antz asking before every hill (was the whole course a hill? felt like it!) "Emily are you going to make this hill your bitch?" the race was an event I will not soon forget. If it's on your bucket list - sign up for the Dash in the spring! If it's not on your bucket list, add it and cross it off ASAP! What other venue allows you to run a 5k with random climbing, ropes, balance, fire, and mud obstacles? Next time, we'll be able to use our beer chips and spend the day properly celebrating, until then....ARF.

Per the previous residents of 57 Woodland's advice, Jann and I have taken full advantage of sleeping on the balcony as much as we can. It may come as a surprise that there is a lack of bugs up there! The cool breeze, blue emergency light on the corner of Woodland and Alberta, and early morning traffic only add to the ambiance and each time we've slumbered out there I wake up thinking, "Is this really my life? I'm sleeping on the balcony of my house at UD" Never again will I have an experience like what I have this year living in that beautiful house, and I'm soaking in every minute of it! Not only is the house itself great, but the residents I share it with are pretty alright, too. I knew it was going to be great, but could not have anticipated so many hysterical, random nights of laughter but also be able to come together for early morning prayer in the middle of the week and be there to support and love each other. I'm truly blessed to live with 5 incredible women and I thank God everyday.

Lighthouse did make its grand return into my life a few weeks ago, and I find it hard to believe we're already 4 meetings in - going on team retreat this weekend! Basically, my heart might explode from happiness since I get to spend 48 hours at Governor's Island with 16 of my favorite people in the world. Planning retreat in the fall takes me back to a year ago - who I was before I went and who I am now because of Lighthouse. Gahh...I could go on for hours about how I can't believe how much has happened in the past year and how much I've learned and grown and loved but that would be boring and I'd be a broken record. To sum it up, I am - in a word - grateful. Plain and simple. Can't wait to see who shows up at Glen Helen ONE MONTH FROM THIS WEEKEND ;) Who will be my spouse? Who will be my children? What will theme be? Oh, the wonderful mysteries of Lighthouse.

Challenge for you today: go find out your spooning preference. You might not recognize it immediately, but after some investigation, you'll discover your favorite spot to sleep in. Oh, and listen to this. And this: Jann's Wedding Song

Living the Dream

Three months! That's roughly 12 weeks. Such adventures since May, where to even begin?

As one might guess, working 40 hours a week driving a golf cart around Medina with my best friend and college roommate was about as close to a dream as you can get and have it still be real life. From random extended breaks in the parking garage (that may have turned into brief naps) to making friends with the owners of Main Street Cupcakes and inventing the names of and dialogues between our coworkers - it was a summer job I'll soon not forget.

Working a full-time job means NOT working on the weekends, a luxury I have not experienced in a few summers and one that I took full advantage of. A five and a half hour road trip to Washington D.C. with five of my favorite people turned into a weekend full of memories, countless laughs, and ridiculous pictures to remind us of the fun we had. Another escapade to the hills of Appalachia, Kentucky resulted in some "firsts" - skinny dipping and sleeping in the Love Room of the UDSAP house to name a few...once again surrounded by some truly wonderful people. In between all of the fun, I got to spend an abundance of time with my family, specifically good ol' Meg. Jennifer Garner may have starred in the movie 13 Going on 30, but my sister, Megan, is the epitome of the phrase "13 going on 30" - seriously, what a piece of work! We got to be so close this summer, that was a true blessing. Two weeks in Dayton leading freshies around campus introducing them to the topic of vocation and all the splendor UD has to offer them was refreshing and a nice break from the monotony of a 7-3 job.

The Callings program also marked the beginning of the end and after another two weeks of watering flowers (SOLO - rough stuff!) and very good procrastination of the whole packing for school thing, I found myself back at UD for yet another year. It's been almost three weeks and I've loved every minute - no surprise there. Are there times when I still feel like a freshman and am confused when people look to me for answers? Yup. Do I still have to pinch myself every time I am sitting on one of our THREE porches? Absolutely, I don't think the reality of living in this beautiful house will ever fully sink in. Am I ready for the countless hours of studying that correspond with two semesters of organic chemistry? I guess we will find out. One thing is for sure, I am back to being comfortably myself without any expectations or plans for what's to come. Such freedom! Huge sigh of relief, this whole "letting go of control" thing sort of snuck up on me but let me tell you what, I don't hate it. Excitement is the understatement of the century to describe how I'm feeling about everything that's to come along with being a junior, living in this Marianist Student Community with my beautiful, goofy roommates, and being surrounded by the best friends a girl could ask for. Oh and taking classes might be kind of fun, too (especially considering my SOC 101 class is an LLC from the 6th floor of Marycrest aka 90% FRESHMAN BOYS. HA. Coug. It. Up.)

But really, I feel like I'm living the dream. Fully aware of it, completely grateful for it, can't wait to see what's next.

Also - If you're reading this and actually go to UD, it'd be really great if everyone could start spending more time at the Galley (aka the Gal as I lovingly refer to it as) - it's a little too empty for my liking and doesn't enable my people watching habits. What gives, guys?

(Made it through an entire blog post without mentioning Lighthouse - don't worry it will make its epic return to my life and blog August 31st)

On a scale of one to happy, I'm at University of Dayton :)
AAARF.