Memories
So.. I'm in Term Week 6 and Friday I'll have been in Cardiff for a whole eight weeks! Gosh, time has flown. I'm absolutely loving it. That's not to say that I am so glad I left Saintfield because there's so much I miss about home (at the same time I would not describe as anything near "homesick" though) but this is where God has me for now. (Oh, and I fly home Thursday 13th December - missing my last stats lecture and I've a stats exam in Jan.. oh well! The handouts are downloadable!)
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I've just got back from CU (and the open house after) and I am smiling. I have made so many memories already, in just eight weeks. Things I never want to forget. Silly conversations that make no sense out of context but.. oh, it's indescribable. Conversations like the following:
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"So, Dave, have you decided if you want another guy other than Mike in our house?"
"errr... Jesus" (at hall groups we're re-discovering Sunday school answers!)
"But we can't charge Him rent..."
Yes, we know who we're living with next year - I'll be in a house with Annie, Jo, Dave, Mike and possibly another guy.
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Scene: Annie and Dave trying to get Mike to say something like they'd say it in Leciester
Me: Guys, only people from Leciester would be that grammatically challenged.
Annie: We speak well proper we do.
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A few minutes later there was spontaneous leaf fight underway (at last!) which was incredibly fun.
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On Sunday night Dave also came out with, completely unprompted, that he thinks I will end up marrying a minister/youth worker. Apparently this is because I'm supportive, bubbly, humble (I doubt that!) and I make good cakes. When asked, Annie, Jo and Freya all completely agreed. Tonight, when I was rhyming off the recipe for colcannon (I'd given Dave the final portion that was going to be thrown out) it was whispered "Oh, she is such a minister's wife!". I've told both Paul and James to be on the look out for eligeable bachelors out and about at Union.
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I came to university to learn. And, I guess I am learning some psychology. But the most important things I'm learning, and what I'm learning 90% of the time, is about me, about life and about my glorious Saviour.
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And I wouldn't change it for the world.
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Labels: Cardiff, friends, God, good times, memories
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