His Purpose, Not My Plans

I move to Columbia in less than a week. I start rush week (to join a sorority) one week from today. I start college classes two weeks from today. It's coming fast. Faster than I expected. Everyone kept telling me, the summer will fly by! Start getting dorm stuff together! Enjoy your friends! Spend time with your family! You'll be gone before you know it! And whoa, they were so totally right. My dining room has been taking over by things that I'm taking to USC with me. I have spent countless nights with my friends, especially the ones who won't be going to the same school as me. And believe me, I have spent lots and lots of time with family. I mean, we did spend 14 days together 24/7 at the beginning of the summer. I keep reminding myself of so many things to do. I need to buy this. I have to do this before I go. I really need to go see ___, before I leave. It's stressful and I haven't even gotten there yet! But in all seriousness, I'm worki...

EUROPE. I went to Europe. Well, actually, dad took Austin and I to Europe. And it was awesome. You see, it all started when I was in the fourth grade. Dad made me a deal that if I made good grades through high school and got a scholarship to put me through college that he would take us on a big trip. Well, I suppose my grades were sufficient and my scholarship was rather nice. Fast forward to Christmas 2014. Austin and I are given matching presents on Christmas morning. We open up the wrapping to find a small folded up paper. Then we open the paper. And we found this. Obviously we were super excited. I mean how could we not be?  We were told we were going in June, three days after I graduated.  (Hello busy month.) And we were also informed that we would start in Italy, go up into Switzerland, over to France, and end up in England.  And then lots and lots and lots and lots of life happened. Before we knew it, we were packing for our trip. ...