NJ Power Outage

Lol, i know it's like serious and people have died, but every time I call my mom, she's like "HI!" and at some neighbor's house chilling out and having fun. Kids are playing ipad games, or board games by some fire place. They think it's exciting. (Actually, I think my parents think it's exciting too..).

On the phone, I overhear my dad ask my mom if she manually closed the garage door when she drove out, and my mom was like: No. of course not. I'm already so scared that it's so dark. Why would I go and close the garage door?

-___-.... (requires stepping out of the car). lol....and then she's like: don't worry; no one is going to rob the house.. lol..

I'm like trying to find some inconvenience or suffering that the storm has caused my family, so I keep asking questions, like : ... how do you eat? She's like oh! We can cook.

-__- Apparently we have gas stoves which don't run on electricity -__- sigh.

So, my family is good. End of my amusing-family story

Fall

Fall is like the transition season. School starts for K-12, and you transition into school mode.  Now that I'm out of college, it's like I'm more in sync emotionally with the K-12 school schedule than the college schedule. Sometimes I see high schoolers waiting for the school bus when I drive to work. Sometimes I play tennis at the high school courts, and I see the football players practicing, and the tennis team playing matches. Someone starts singing the Star-Spangled Banner at the football game and everyone stops in respect. You can tell the Asian international guy on the courts is kind of amused at us all stopping and taking off our hats.

So much American culture, growing up here. Born and raised man. Born and raised. Yet, I've never been to a Corn maze until this Saturday. Didn't know about apple cider donuts until college. Didn't know Hot Cider was more than just heated apple cider--supposedly they put extra spices in it too! I don't look at pies on magazines and go "ooo. that looks so good. Look at that texture!" In fact, I've never made a pie before.

Okay, this totally sounds like an Asian American identity crisis, but it's not. Just thoughts. Just saying. Culture, family background, how you grew up, is a very strong part of what you know and think and kind of who you are in a shallow sense at least. Your standard/ idea of what is a "good job" comes probably from a mixture of family, family friends, college friends, people you know, where you grew up, etc.

So, now what? Who cares? What in this life is worth living for?  Okay, now this sounds more like a quarter-life crisis. Kind of restless sometimes.

Reflecting

So thankful for the sisters and brothers who prayed for me last year when I wasn't doing well spiritually, when I was really hurtful, sarcastic, etc. in the first month or so first semestser

Thanks for reaching out to me, walking all the way to my room to say good night, texting me cute messages, asking me how I'm doing, buying pears for me and then telling me not to pay you back--to "ignore the price tag", listening to my ramblings for an hour, correcting my wrong thoughts about life, being gracious about my hurtful comments about life and people, praying for me, writing notes on orange stickies on my wall, initiating hugs, eye contact, sitting next to me, waiting for me to inefficiently incoherently communicate my feelings, initiating talks with me, visiting my room, involving me in things, etc

Seriously. What great friends I have! and what true brother and sisters who show me God's love and then lead me to Christ, because at the end of the day, only God can help me. And He is the sustaining permanent source of love. He is the heart-changer. He is the one I love.

The King's heart is like a stream of water in the hand of the Lord; he turns it where he will
~Proverbs 21

God, you have captivated my heart.  Song of the day

Picture update (from today afternoon); pretty pond/lake thing behind my apartment area; i love worshipping outside.