With Half of My Heart

This summer i spent a lot of time with the ones who i love most.
Late night drives, bonfires, swimming, beach trips- despite how much i hate the beach-, camp, the early mornings of VBS, and the late night talks.
So much of my heart is cultivated in that small town 3 hours behind this campus. So many memories are splattered all over San Benito.
As i landed in Washington DC i had so many mixed feelings. I was irritated that i had so much luggage and that the 3 children on my 4 hour flight did not take a nap. I was worried about meeting my roommate and RA. I was scared about orientation and finding all i needed for my dorm room.
Most of all, i was worried about making friends.
But...
God is good.
So good.
He has placed a great group of people in my life.
God has been teaching me something lately...i need to be more thankful.
I love my friends back home, that is not a question.
But i don't think that one can truly know how much people mean to them till they are forced to move, at least that is what happened to me.
I have just really been in shock of how lucky i am. I have amazing friends here. These people really care.
I guess i just put God in a box and thought i would never get another group of good friends.
Well, i was wrong.
Don't worry,i still and always will love my friends back home.
 i still call them while i walk from class to class and try to squeeze in too many stories where it gets to the point where i'm out of breath.
I still text them & skype them.
I still love them.
That is not going to change. If anything, i love and appreciate them so much more.
When i see a text from one of you i smile like an idiot-don't worry.
It is so hard to remember what time it is there so please forgive me for the calls that wake you up.
There are days where i have break downs, that won't change.
There are days i sit and read my goodbye letters.
There are days where i go on Facebook and just look through old pictures

I miss this group of girls

I miss the closeness of us

I REALLY MISS THE JOKES AND LAUGHS WITH HER

I miss my definition of Grace

I miss being understood when i get a little ghetto 

I miss high school...a little

I miss my twins and momma bear

But, don't worry.
God has been so gracious in giving me a group of people here who i am growing to really love.
A group where i can do my loud laugh and i only get made fun of a little ;)
A group where God is the center of out conversations.
A group where we are all different.
A group where it doesn't matter...

Im thankful for closeness 

Im thankful for laugher

Im thankful for peace

Im thankful for family

So yes,
Part of me stayed home as i hugged Deshae and Kelly at the airport that tear filled Monday night,
but the other part of me that is here is completely comfortable.
I don't know where you are in this equation, but i don't care.
Distance does not matter, time and friendship does.
God is good...
doesn't matter if i've known you since diapers, jr. high or orientation.