Physics...my favorite.

So, I had the pleasure of starting my week off of University with a good ol' Physics midterm.

The wonderful subject that deals with electricity and magnetism, explains the effects of electric fields and forces, and describes the functions of circuits, is, quite frankly, the very thing that makes me want to get up in the morning...the very thing that gets me so excited about life. If I could, I would major in Physics...because, truly, I believe it to be the only important subject in life...the only topic that really instills valuable knowledge in the learner.

In case you didn't catch it...I'm being a tiny bit sarcastic.

Physics...oh physics. To be honest, I consider it a great accomplishment that I didn't break down before the exam...and an even greater one that I didn't break down after.

There is a slight possibility that I got a little angry though.

Honestly, it was possibly one of the hardest exams I've ever written...and I'm almost 900% confident that I either failed...or did extremely horrible.

Oh well...I got to go out for a night on the town with two unbelievably great (and hot, i might add) women afterwards...which made it all worth while.

Oh, Brother.

I love this picture...for three reasons.

1. Jon actually looks happy to be sitting beside me.
2. Jon actually let me lean on his shoulder instead of nudging me off (which, inevitably, did occur after the camera flashed).
3. We were both laughing.
Realistically this was probably because of something Jon said or did (as usual), however I often like to attribute the joyous looks on our faces to my incredible wit and humor.

I love my brother. And I'm not writing this because I'm trying to be really sappy because it's Valentines day. For one, he's my brother...and two...he's my brother.

But honestly, I think Jon is one of my favorite people in the world. Not only is he the good example that I think every older brother should be, but he loves Jesus in a way that inspires me, listens to me when I make no sense whatsoever, is honest with me, and challenges me to be a better woman of God.

And not only does he have those great brotherly characteristics, but he is one of my best friends. I can call him up on a saturday night and watch hockey with him, or go out for coffee...and maybe he's just pretending...but it really seems like he actually wants to hang out with me.

Plus, he can make me laugh, no matter what mood I'm in...

which is definitely an accomplishment if you know me at all.

My House.

It all happened like this.

It was Christmas...on the outside you would have thought everything was normal...we had our tree, the house was decorated as usual...the family was all together. But I knew that in reality it was completely different. I knew because downstairs there were boxes full of our things... toasters and books...bed side tables and picture frames...memories.

My room...I went in for the last time that it was still my room three years ago. I closed the door behind me, and locked it...laid down on the floor and looked around at the now bare walls, the clean, uncovered carpet...the empty shelves...and I cried. I walked over to my small closet and sat down inside, took out a pen and wrote on the wall..."Kathleen lived here from 1985 to 2003". I had never had a different house...I had only ever slept in that same room...

Having a house gives you stability. It provides security...knowing that there is a place where the world can't see you...where you can be yourself...where you can dance to stupid music when you clean, and paint the walls your favorite colors. For me, even though I haven't been able to live in my house for the past 4 years, the knowing that it was still sitting there in Ranchridge Court waiting for me did make me feel better...knowing that it was still technically my house.

But soon it won't be. And I'm sad.

You know, maybe it's for the better...maybe moving back into a house that is so full of memories under different circumstances would be weird.

But I will still miss it...and I think, for a long time, I'll still think of it as home.