One must be grammatically correct, even if it sounds funny.
So, sometimes when I have free time (which I have been lacking lately since starting work...don't worry, I'm not complaining, I'm loving it), I like to get on the number 1 bus and ride on it until I get to the Pacific Ocean. Well, so far, I've only done it once, but I'm going to start going once a week, since I had so much fun the first time. Don't ask me where this was, I have no idea. I just got off the last stop and started walking until I found this lovely little spot.
The weather has been beautiful here. I was dreading the gray weather, but so far, it's only rained 3 days since I've been living here. Apparently this is very unusual. I love it so much. It hardly feels like November, which means that the less it feels like Thanksgiving, the less I'll miss my family. I'ma just keep telling myself that and see if it works. Also, since it's 75 degrees and sunny, it's hard to believe I only have 3 weeks left of school.
Anyhoo, I hadn't ventured out in awhile because I've been so busy, and it was just what I needed without really knowing that I needed it. You know, the every-so-often overwhelming realization that there is something bigger than we are. As soon as I caught a glimpse of the sun setting behind these cliffs, I was taken aback by A: the sheer beauty and magnitude of the sky and the water and the cliffs, B: that the same God who created all of that created me, and I am grateful, C: that the God who did all of that is STILL working through and actively creating all of it, even me. I love going to church and yada yada yada, but there's nothing really like seeing something that happens everyday and feeling the weight of how this picture will never look the same twice, but also feeling so much lighter after that breath of fresh air. And HOLY MOLY California is just so beautiful.
Family and friends, I can't wait to see you in 4 weeks from tomorrow!