Mixed Moss

Well, I haven’t blogged in a while because I have been madly busy. The Willow Creek Leadership Summit just wrapped up about forty minutes ago and I have been going full-tilt since Wednesday morning early because CCC was a host for one of the Satellite locations. My home church, Vineyard Community Church, hosts this event every year as well so it made me sooo homesick to be at the Summit, but not at home. :-\ It was really good though. Lots of great speakers.

I have also been house sitting for one of the pastors on staff here, and Rachel and Alex are out of town. So I’ve been bouncing around between both the North and the South locations of church, and two different houses, for a week. Talk about craziness! I’ve been unwinding at the end of each day by watching Smallville. I’ve been watching the season two re-runs this summer and just gotten absolutely hooked on it, and one of the girls at work lent me her DVD set of the complete first season so that I could start at the beginning. I’m so addicted; I watch it religiously every night. This Fall, I’ll have to go over to the Fraternity house each week to watch it with them; I know that Clem and Fish are both really into it.

To add excitement to the mayhem, Megan and Crystal stopped by on their way to a wedding and spent last night with me, participated in my Smallville marathon, and went to breakfast with me this morning before the conference started for the day. They’re off again now but the whirl-wind visit was fun.

And, to top it all off, I had a really unnerving experience Thursday night. Before I tell you about it I will preface with, it was just a false alarm. I was house-sitting for one of the pastors on staff here at the church I’m interning at. I got a phone call from their security company, telling me that they were receiving a signal that there was somebody attempting to break into the house. Right after I got off the phone, I heard a thump upstairs and heard a door slam. This freaked me out. Was it just the usual noises of a house that creaks anyways and an open window on a breezy night? Or something pretty scary?

I called around to some of my co-workers and finally got the phone number of a really nice couple, about my parents’ age, who are on staff at the church and live about five minutes from where I was at. They came over and checked the house with me (there was no-one there but us) and let me stay with them for the night– I never would have gotten any sleep there after all of that! It’s embarrassing to admit it because I am supposed to be the mature, modern 22-year-old woman, moving to another city to be independent and find herself, but instead I was just plain scared. :-\

It took close to twenty minutes between the time I started trying to get a hold of them and the time they arrived. What if someone had actually been in the house? I felt so alone. I am six hours from home. Rachel and Alex (who are my ‘host family’ here) were away on vacation. I tried number after number before I could get a hold of anyone who could help.

It occurred to me at the time how lucky I am to have the fraternity guys around when I am back home in Cincy. I know that if something like this happened in Clifton, any one of the guys (and probably more than one of them) would drop whatever they were doing and come check the house out for me, and, if I really wanted it, probably camp out in my living room for the night, or give me a ride to a friends house to spend the night elsewhere. I am spoiled rotten; all of us sorority girls are! We are so lucky to have them. They make lots of things safe and easy for us ladies, that might be difficult otherwise. Is that sexist? Or just street-smart? I don’t know. But I’m glad they are so willing to be there for us.

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