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Name: Sarah
Birthday: 5/11/1991
Gender: Female
Interests: Drama - Cooking - Tennis - Horseback Riding - Traveling - Helping - Reading - Movies - Live Theatre - Music - Cats - And Most Importantly Jesus
Expertise: Playing Solitaire and Coloring Inside the Lines
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Member Since:
12/19/2004
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| I've started a blog elsewhere with the idea that no one would read it, not that it's super personal or anything. I just wanting it to be for me; kind of like my memory keeper for the summer. I wanted a place where I could reread the exciting parts of my summer, but as a whole, my summer was not that exciting. Kyle's wedding seemed to sum up the 2 months. Even though the wedding occurred a week before school starts, it seemed to be the only thing my summer really consisted of. I didn't go to the beach, or really any vacation. The first week of summer I attended a Presbyterian youth conference in Montreat called Montreat. (I know creative!) But as always, it was a week I will never forget. The nightly preacher was the nicest woman and she kept everything so real! Living at the lake for the first time was definitely a plus. Most of the time, I would go out with my parents in the late afternoon or after dinner. The lake got calmer then; we could pretend that the lake was just for us. (Yesterday it basically was!) As I said before, the summer seemed to be all about the wedding, but when the day came it was all worth the wait. As a bridesmaid, I probably got the worst veiwing stop in the whole church. All I could see was the back of the other bridesmaids, but I cry all the same. Who can help it? I cried the moment I saw Liz walked down the isle, and I proceeded to cry when they exchanged their vows, kissed each other, and were pronouced man and wife. I felt like crying was appropriate though. This was my brother's wedding for goodness sakes; it only happens once. And I couldn't have pick a better sister to join our family. Liz is a blessing, a true blessing! (And now that they are married, all the talk will now go to grandbabies! We won't necessarily talk to them about it, but I'm hoping they'll all be little blond babies like Liz!)Yep, so that's my summer. Sure, I visited friends and did some adventurous stuff here and there, oh and I did a lot of craft projects. But school starts in mere days and I still have US history summer reading left to do. It's those questions; they're talking longer than I though they would! | | |
| The big move date is Friday... how sad! What's even more sad is that I haven't pack one thing. I hate moving into an apartment. It's basically going to be the size of one floor of my house. But the only thing that is going to get me through is that the building process has begun on the new house! Living on Lake Lanier is going to be so wonderful! It's the only thing that's getting me through. | | |
| I don't like the idea of going back to school.
ps. Our house didn't sell. | | |
| People actually want to buy my house. It feels like all summer long I was in some sort of denial; I didn't think I would really be moving away from my childhood home. But after thinking about it, I am more scared than sad. We have no place to move to once the house is completely sold. My dad reassures me that we're going to live in an apartament while our new house is being built, but where the heck is this apartment that I'm suppost to live for ten months. Agg! I keep telling myself that this came at the perfect time. I mean both my brothers are going to be gone at college and an apartment would be fun with the three of us. But then there is no good time to move. This is the home I grew up in and have all my memories in. Yet, it's not like I'm going to lose much. I not moving schools and I not going to have to say goodbye to my friends. I just like it here. | | |
| Our boat finally ran last night after a month of brokenness. And last night was my first night out on the lake all summer. Okay, so I have spent some nights swimming in our cove, but there is a big diiference between our cove and what lies outside of it. Sunsets on the lake are truly the most wonderful, godly things in this world. And last night was no exception. As we, the Waller trio, leave our cove we can't help but notice the stillness of the water. And then we realize that we are basically the only ones on the lake. I think in the whole night we passed at most 13 boats. There was nobody there! And so, as I eat my dinner of wonderful Publix dried-out chicken tenders and fruit salad, I can't help but bask in the moment. My parents were sitting on the back with the feet dangling over the side acting like the cute and adorable couple they are, and the sun was setting in the distance. And then as the sun had passes under the trees we decieded to go from a ride. We decieded to chase the sun. I, as the driver, sped my way through the ways and short cuts my dad told me. With my playlist playing in the background, I was just loving it! (ecspecially when "Under the Dashboard Lights" by Meatloaf hit the 4 minute mark.) Moments like these are what I live for. | | |
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