First guest in the new apartment!

On Wednesday, Liz and I had our previous rooommate, Leyla, over. On moving day, we had planned to get together before she goes to France for the summer (as I turn a pale shade of green), and we decided to make a meal. Good things always happen when the three of us make food, and this was no exception.

Our pièce de résistance was a baked brie, topped with sundried tomatoes, garlic, and walnuts, which we served with stone-wheat crackers- delicious! We also threw together a salad with strawberries, and shared some zinfandel.

It was a lovely evening and has inspired us to host a cocktail party sometime in the coming months:)

Here are a few photos of us, and our new apartment too!

Leyla and I, being classy

Pensive Leyla

Look, Mom- matching place settings :)

Leyla and Liz

Moving, and heavy thoughts

Liz and I are now nicely settled into our new apartment. I should say, Liz is nicely unpacked and I'm still living out of boxes- no surprise I'm sure:) We love our new little apartment and it's great to have walls that aren't white. We're looking forward to checking out a few garage sales to spruce up the place.

I'm getting a little sick of moving- I figure out that I've moved 16 times in five years, including to and from school and summers. Some people might not count that, but since I didn't live at home during that time, I do:) My mother says I'm a true Kuhn because of it:) Anyways, it's strange to think it's been almost 2 years since I've been in London. I try not to think about it actually, I get a little panicked that time is flying so fast!

However, it was wonderful to find this place, even though we didn't want to be in the student area, but that's all right. Hopefully it won't be too noisy for Liz when she's on nights- she starts her job at the hospital today, congratulations, Liz!

While packing up at our old apartment, and during the whole preparation of moving, I came face to face with something about myself that I'd rather avoid, but seems like a minor turning-point. I was pretty disagreeable throughout, mostly because, like my sister, I'm not a huge fan of change but I still embrace it- a helpless paradox- and I finally realized during church on Sunday morning that it's not really okay for me to use that excuse. Change is inevitable, and I can't decide I'll only enjoy it when it's on my terms. I've been a bit of a baby, actually, and I've made up my mind that this isn't the type of attitude I want to be known for.

What struck me while sitting in church was that I need to acknowledge my capacity to hurt. I don't like to think about the fact of how capable I am to hurt those around me, especially the ones I'm closest to. It's not a pleasant thought, but one I need to face, and this move brought it to the forefront.

If anything, it is a reminder to me of how short life is, and that I do want to make the most of the frienships I have. Besides that, this provides a new perspective in how I interact- hopefully making me more gracious, in my close friendships as well as my contacts with others.

Just a few thoughts that have been running through my mind! That's all for today:)