2 days

So I'm heading home early!

so stoked!! I fly out of france sunday evening. spend the night in London, and then fly out at noon on monday arriving in NY at 2:20 EST.

Everyone is leaving so I rebooked my ticket. So $250 service fee (covered by my awesome grandfather), a few stupid fears, and an awesome God moving later, I get to be home 4 days early.

Stories everywhere. Love everywhere. Cannot wait to see all your faces

Bucket

My friend mike posted a "bucket list" note on facebook, and it got me thinking a lot about things. I don't really believe in trying to act as though you only have one year to live. Some of the best things in life come to you, and shouldn't be rushed, but the concept, coupled with my experience here in France, has stirred something in me. God is much less likely to give us what we want if we don't ask (either that, or we won't have eyes to see it because we don't know its what we want). So I've decided to make a bucket list of sorts. not because I see some impending doom on the horizon, but because I want to set my desires before God so that I see clearly what it is I want, and so that I can rejoice when each thing comes to pass. I'm probably not going to make the list completely public because "... when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you" (Matthew 6:6), but I may share a few as I see opportunites arise.

just kind of encouraging you to do the same. maybe? and if you already have, sweet!

Yes, I'm still alive haha

Last night I got back from a holiday weekend with the Peigné Family. The house we were at didn't have internet, so no blogging. I haven't not had internet for four days since I was like 14. It was good. I spent a lot of time outside. went for a couple hikes, read a lot (Josh, I finished the Breviary you gave. The last two chapters were the best), and wrote a few songs.

We went to a small town a couple of hours away from Marseilles called Chantillon. It was right by a small river called the Bez. The first day I was there I went under the bridge and just sat in the quiet with my feet in the water. awesome.

The next day we went to a nearby lake and had a picnic. cool stuff, super nice weather, even better food.

Saint etienne is not a big city, but there is plenty of light pollution, so no stars. Chantillon has a few streetlights, but not many, so sunday night I opened up my window to get some air and looked up, Bam. I was mesmerized, so I went outside to do some stargazing. I then realized that it was absurdly late. so I went back inside, but in trying to lock the door I got Mr Peigné's attention and he showed me what to do. (still don't know why he was sitting in the kitchen). I then remmembered the advice I had gotten from Cam again "do thing's you wouldn't ussually do" So I went back outside and walked around town for a while. There was a carnival type thing going on so I walked up to it and looked around. It was ok. Kind of trashy, way too much alcohol, so I walked back to where we were staying and went down on the edge of the Bez and started to just throw Rocks in the water and talk to God. It was refreshing and peaceful, and the stars were beautiful. Around 12:30 I went back up to the house and tried to open the door. It was locked.

I first considered sleeping behind the Peigné's van so I wouldn't have to disturb them, but then I realized that I was in France and didn't speak french, so If I got approached by the Police I'd be pretty screwed. So for the next hour or so I banged on the door and threw Rocks at windows, until Mrs P finally came down and unlocked the door. I went to bed laughing at how ridiculous the experience was. trials aren't all bad. The little ones can actually be quite humourous.

The next day we went up to a small waterfall and hung out for a while. It was really hot so to sit in the shade and enjoy the waterfall was super cool. That night I got invited to go on a long hike with Mr P the next day, so I decided I would.

Epic Hike. ended up being roughly 1000ft up, and it spanned over 4 hours. I didn't sleep well the night before so I quite literally hiked for as many hours as I slept. ok so this is crazy. an 83 year old woman came with us, and she could probably outhike me.

There was a lot of good times. these are highlights. Everything I talked about in the last blog has only been more confirmed.

2 weeks.

<3

Titles are lame

It's starting to really hit me that things are winding down here. I just looked at my calendar. I can't believe I've been here for 6 weeks.

Three to Go

I have a ton of stories, lots of experiences, and above all, a broadened perspective on life. being out here has gotten me to push out of my own little world that I've been protecting for the last few years. I started reading the news pretty much daily, and I plan to continue to do so.

I'm pretty thankful that God broke my oath that I would never travel outside the U.S. again. Being here has definitely confirmed that, this side of heaven, my home is the United States, but now I definitely want to travel more in order to share the world with the country I'm called to. You don't realize how much a place means to you until you aren't there.

I've definitely felt the direction of my life take a slight shift, nothing drastic (at least in my head) but definitely a different direction, I'm more focused too. I've been around new families, and children every single day that I've been here. Séb has a 7 month old son that I've gotten to see grow over the past month. He's started to get the walking motion down when he's supported. God is awesome. Anyways, It's been confirmed to me from all of the time with young families, a lot of prayer, and a few other things, that being a father, and a husband is something that God has for me in my life. That's nothing new really, just confirmed

The shift is more in the sense of calling and work. Working for ECC last summer helped me to realize that the traditional role of pastor was not what I was called to do. Being here this summer has shown me that I don't really feel called to work in the church at all. I still love and support churches. I just don't want to work in them to support my family. I want to be out there, working among people who don't know Jesus. There is also the fact that I really have dreams of seeing the church be unified across denominations, so while I will likely attend one church regularly so that my family can have a consistant communiy of fellowship. I do not want all of my time to be obliged to that single group of God's Children. What's cool about all this is God has been setting things up for me to move forward with this revelation. as Some of you know I've committed to work alongside some friends that are starting a Christian Coffeehouse. the awesome thing is that they really hope to turn it into more than one shop over the next few years. I really feel like this road is one that fits who God is building me to be.

Get stoked on life with Jesus. I love that I'm only 22

getting past the halfway mark is like going down the hill on a sled after that long hike to the top of the hill.

Things are changing quickly here, Graham is back, which provides a new set of experiences. a lot of the friends I've made are gone now. Rosina, Audréy and Julien, and Claire left on wednesday. thankfully Claire is going to be back for the last few days that I'm here so I'll be able to say goodbye. I got the chance to hang out with a fellow american a few days ago which was really cool. Fried Chicken for dinner was a nice change I'm headed to Ireland in about a week and half as long as I can get my plane tickets. It should be a good time.

I've continued to learn more and more about my life, my heart, my God, and the world around me. Talking less and listening more has been a big part of that.

I've really enjoyed my time here, but I'm glad I get to go home soon. I've got so many Stories to tell, people to see, and dreams to live out. Life is pretty sweet

and oh. I was talking with my friend Sam, at some point when I get back I'm going to go surfing with him. get wrecked haha.

Love you all

One month

I'm coming up on the end of my first month here in Europe. It's been an amazing month as long as I have let it be. There were some very hard times in the month, but they've caused me to grow, and to learn. I'm speaking a little more french now. Mind you, when I say little I really mean a tiny tiny bit, but its nice. I went to a café a few days ago and had a guy forcing me to speak in french, it was frustrating and refreshing at the same time. he taught me a few things though, so I'm grateful. His name was Pierre. It seems that Europeans take languages so much more seriously than Americans. they take upwards of 6 years of a single language, and take three or four languages a year during school. That is insane to me.

Last night was my friend Rosina's going away party. She's going home to England on Wednesday. She's been here for about a year, so a bunch of her friends got together and threw her a surprise party. It was a lot of fun: Plenty of food, bad Karaoke, small children everywhere, and great conversation. Probably the craziest thing was that the party lasted for 7 hours. we started around 7PM and didn't leave until 2AM. The french really know how to party haha.

This weekend is a big baptism celebration for Café Life. I think there are 3 or 4 people getting baptized. It's cool to see baptisms and remember mine. I can't believe that was 6 years ago. Time flies.

World Traveler

This past weekend I went to Geneva Switzerland. It was really good. I went to Sébastien's parents house. They live right on the France/Switzerland border. Right in between the Alps and the Jura Mountain Ranges. I got to see the tallest mountain in Europe, The Mont Blanc. That was pretty amazing because it was covered by clouds till just before I left.

The weekend was pretty awesome (my weekends are sunday/monday). Séb's parents are really awesome people. His dad has lived all over the world, and his grandfather started a seminary in Brussels Belgium. His mom grew up in France. They were wonderfully hospitable people, and their house was very comfortable. I had more amazing food. Wild boar (like it was actually hunted and skinned by people that the family knows) soaked in a red wine sauce, and lots of homemade bread with Cherry Jam made from cherries from the tree in their back yard that hasn't borne fruit for at least 8 years. Best Cherries I've ever had.

I spent a few hours in Geneva on monday. I got to see Saint Pierre Cathedral, where the Reformation really began to take off. It was crazy to go in that building and think that people have been worshipping God there for centuries. Then we went back to the Winstons and I got to hang out with them, and have some really good conversations. I also got to take a Jacuzzi bath which was awesome.

Graham gets back tomorrow, which I am pretty excited about, I may get to go with him to Ireland, but I need to find a way to get some more money first. I only have 140 Euros left, and the ticket will cost up to 150, but I believe God will provide!

These past few days have been pretty wonderful. I've been staying in communion with God, keeping busy, meeting people from all over the world. Including England, Canada, and I even met a man who spends half the year in Saint Etienne, and half the year on the Ivory Coast.

I took Cam's advice to go places I normally wouldn't go and do things I normally wouldn't do. On thursday I met up with my friend Rosina at a Café in the southern part of the City (I spend most of my time in the northern end). I walked right past it the first time so It took a little longer than expected, but I finally made it there. When I got there, I got to speak english which was nice. Rosina asked me what I wanted to drink, and I said "suprise me" (I've been saying that a lot lately) She came back with a Juice Cocktail based around the Hubiscus flower. It was strange and tasty. yep.

Then I started talking to the guy I was sitting next to, Sadly, I don't remmember his name, but he was a wicked cool dude. He studies languages, and is currently studying the local dialect of Saint Etienne. He's from a small town that's about a 10 minute drive from Saint Etienne, Rochetaillée. He inivted us to go down and visit the town. Rosina and I looked at each other with the "Oh man, I really want to, but it's 10:45" look, but we decided to go.

another good decision. On the way we listened to Irish music, including an Irish Pub Cover of Ring of Fire, by Johnny Cash. We also listened to a gaelic lesson on CD. I forgot to write the name of it down, Sorry Josh.
Rochetaillée is a tiny little village with streets that are too narrow for Cars to drive. There is a huge Castle there where Catholics and protestants warred against each other. Rosina Commented on How awesome God is that there has been a weekly Ecumenical prayer service going on for over 20 years just north of that palce in Saint Etienne (I got to go on wednesday, and will continue to as often as I am able). We walked around for about 20 minutes and the three of us just talked about travel, languages, and the crazy stereotypes that people have about people in different countries.

When we were getting ready to leave. One of the guy's friend's was standing in his doorway and said hello. Our new friend told him that we weren't from france so the guy invited us in for a few minutes. When he heard I was american, he got really excited. So we stood there and everyone else talked for a while. Rosina Translated some. It was kind of cool. a story about customs issues and other such adventures. They were part of a traveling theater group. so they had mock weapons. I guess that gets hairy when you travel over country borders..

Then we left and headed back to Saint Etienne. It was definitely a good night. I have all my clocks set to 24 hour time. It was weird getting in at 0:46 haha.

Time

Hanging out here in France.

Picnic on Sunday, which was cool.

Met new Friends on tuesday

made more on wednesday.

realizing that I'm not busy out of obligation or need, but because it's good for me. I enjoy doing things. Going from one extreme to the other isn't good.

I'm headed to a Romanian homeless shelter in a half hour. so there are places in the city that even what little french I know is pretty useless haha.

one of my new friends is lending me paints. super stoked

The new Chariot album destroys everything in wonderfulness

a man like myself should never be left alone with his own mind for long periods of time. It's unhealthy.

Josh or Laura. If you read this, send me an E-mail I can contact you at.

18 days down


Never I- by the Chariot
"To sing of love or to sing of life is a lonely road but I walk in faith.
Shake up the press, raise the flag, I have seen way too much to let my heart break.
With the father's past, how can distances be great?
This is for the Earth that slept too late.
Bless the thief."

Send "Never I" Ringtone to your Cell

From the city to the country.

Yesterday (Friday) was an eventful day. I got up at around 6:45AM to make a train, to get to Lyon. we got to Lyon (Sébastien and I) a little early, so we went to Starbucks. It was kinda cool, absurdly expensive (almost $6 American), but we met a cool barista. Her name was Joshua, which I thought was pretty cool. After coffee we headed to the consulate.

The Consulate there is this 4 room apartment...All that authority in such a small place on the 3rd floor of a complex. The process was kind of nerve-wracking, but I got through it. I'll have my passport in 3 weeks. After that we walked around Lyon for a while and just talked about what it means to deny oneself and to live a life driven by love. As we were walking I got hit by a wall of sound...It may be corny, and proof that Americans define other cultures by the movies they watch, but I heard an accordion player on the street and that my friends is when It finally hit me.

I'm in France.

so I laughed, and got really happy. Then we kept walking. We walked around looking for a place to eat. We ended up in Old Lyon, a part of the City that has cobblestone streets and some really old Cathedrals. I didn't bring my camera because we were in a rush to make the train, but I hope to get out there again before I leave. We sat down for Lunch and had Fondue. It was tasty and provided more time to have some good conversations about doctrine and life and all that fun stuff.

After lunch we went on the hunt to find a tobacco shop so I could find a new tobacco pipe. It was quite the trek. and took us all over the city, during our search we met a homeless man named Ian. He was from Jamaica, so he spoke English. we talked to him for a few minutes. He was a huge encouragement because he knew Jesus, and even though he was begging and homeless, he trusted God to meet his needs. after that I got to pray a blessing over him. When I had finished praying he said "let us say the our father together" So I got the chance to say the Lord's Prayer with a brother who was originally from Jamaica while on the streets of Lyon, France. God is awesome!

So after meeting Ian, we finally found the Pipe Shop and I bought my Pipe. This dude made his own pipes and looked like he belonged in a Pub in Ireland haha. We smoked the Pipe on the Street and then began our trip back to Saint Etienne. On the train Ride home I finished reading the story of Joseph and read the first Chapter of Exodus. I'm thinking about maybe reading through from there, or at least trying to. I realized something when I was reading it. When Joseph and his brothers reunited they got "intoxicated", and there wasn't anything spoken against it. It was a time of celebration. When i read that it hit me. There was a time before the Law. That's just crazy to me.

When we got back I stumbled up to my room from walking around all day and just journaled for a while, got some peace, and rested. I was planning on spending most of the night resting and reading, but then Alice knocked on my door and invited me to go on a hike with her sister, dad, and her. I decided to go.

That very well may have been one of the best decisions I've made since being here. The Hike was 2 hours long and went up and over one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. to top it all off, we started right as the sun was starting to go down. (get this, the sun sets at 10:30 PM here during the summer). and got to the bottom just after dark. It was an amazing experience. I got to talk with Alice, which was cool, kinda went back and forth between french and english. the good ole franglais. It was the type of thing that let's you realize that God really wants us to enjoy our lives, and that it is for freedom that Christ has set us free.

It's also the type of thing that helps me realize how I've been half living my life. I've experienced a lot. I've had so many opportunities to do things, but even the things that I did do, I did because I felt that I had to do one thing or the other. I felt obligated by God, by my family, by my friends, and most of all by myself (I'm coming to realize that few, if any, of the people in my life really expect me to do anything but be me.) So I live my life in fear of not meeting those "obligations" and in turn don't really live because " whatever does not proceed from faith is sin". and sin is the exact cause of death.

It seems to me that nothing should be done out of obligation, but out of desire and ability. Sure there are things that we must do, but our attitude should never be an attitude of obligation. Jesus did not come to earth because he had to. He came to earth because he so deeply desired us. If we do something without desire, then how can we be joyful in it and thus "be joyful always"? and if we feel obligated to do something we cannot, such as be everything to everyone, or simply to be something that you are not created to be, how will we do it? For me, I often feel obligated to do things I can't, rather than deeply desiring the things that I can. I am not speaking against Christ's Righteousness in us that strengthens us to do all things, but having the strength to do all things does not provide the opportunity, and thus, ability to do all things.

Just some thoughts

Comments? Additional thoughts?

Culture Shock:Life Shock

things are kicking in here. I've gone out into the streets a few times to pray for people. helped invent new drinks in the café, and have been to both meetings that the church here has weekly.

I'm also reading a lot more. I've read through about half of the Pilgrim's Progress. It's a good book, but I've noticed some things that I definitely disagree with him on doctrinally, kind of makes me want to stop, but I know that's foolish (thanks mom)

I got my first real dose of french culture shock. Yesterday, Sébastien and I were having a pretty deep and personal conversation when about 6 people come into the Café. we were excited because groups that size don't really come in, but then one of them pulled out a badge, clipboards appeared everywhere, and everyone started speaking in French (duh). my heart started pounding because I saw the Cop's gun and I had absolutely no idea what they were saying. They shuffled paperwork and asked Seb a bunch of questions. He wasn't exactly in a position to translate so I just stood there like a deer in the headlights.

"am I going to get arrested?!" <---That actually went straight through my head.

In truth, it was a routine Check that the government does to make sure orginizations and businesses are doing everything legally.

That brings me to one of the great lessons I'm continuing to learn here. I said I needed to stop making assumptions and jumping to conclusions. God's just making it clear that he's not going to let me go home without seeing progress in that area of my life, and like any good lesson, it reveals another. He wants me to let go of performance and shame. Whenever my faults and weaknesses become glaringly apparent, fear shoots through me like poison.

"How can anyone love me?"

It's like a tumor. It actually reminds me of The Great Divorce. In the book, there is a man who walks around with a serpent wrapped around his neck and it whispers lies to him constantly. eventually an angel of God comes and offers to kill the serpent.

I guess I'm there. on that plain. standing in front of an angel of God who is offering to kill off that serpent. to kill off all of that fear, to wipe out the cancer. My Chemotherapy is loneliness and distance from all I know. He doesn't want to kill who I really am. He wants to kill of everything I'm really not.

I am loved deeply, endlessly, unwaveringly, no matter what I do.

and so are you.

I only know life when I've lost it. when I cling and scrape and fight for it, I find nothing. When I die daily, I live.

I love pictures and metaphors, and music. So God shows me songs. this one speaks to this very subject.

Goodbye I!- by mewithoutYou

...the tortoise in the wheelchair
wrapped his forehead in a bandage
with a cast they made from plaster
for his phony broken leg
so he'd get pushed around the sidewalk
by the zookeeper's assistant
with the hummingbird obeserving
from behind the yellow flower
and he flapped his tiny wings
they moved so fast you couldn't see them
with resentment for the tortoise
which was clear by his expression
but the tortoise turned and smiled
with a peacefulness which proved
that there's a movement in our stillness
and however much we move

we're bound to stand completely still

come tortoise, standing still
go hummingbird, my will
come tortoise, stumbling blind
go hummingbird, my eyes
come tortoise, empty hand
go hummingbird, my plan
come tortoise, undefined
go hummingbird, my mind
come tortoise, letting go
go hummingbird, i know
come tortoise, come and die
go hummingbird, my I
goodbye, I
goodbye, I
bye, bye, bye

Play some Catch up

So a week has gone by. It’s been a good week. Saturday we had worship in the Café and I played the Djembe, really wasn’t expecting that, but It was nice considering I couldn’t really sing any of the songs. After worship I got to call my Mom and Ken. That was cool. It was definitely nice to hear them and to hear about what’s going on at home. Saturday nights here are going to be a time for me to really be connected with everyone states side. worship ends around 10 and they stay at the Café till around 11. so between 4 and 5 PM Eastern Standard Time I will be on skype calling people,

sunday was originally going to be a day for me to just spend by myself, but the Peigné family invited me over to their relatives house for the day. It was probably the most restful day I’ve had since being here.

They gave us a tour of their home (the peigné’s hadn’t been there in a while) They were doing a bunch of renovations, but the house was beautiful. the next batch of pictures on facebook are going to be from their home, and the drive to and from there. here's my favorite
after the tour We had a 5 course meal that lasted roughly 3 hours. I can’t say I’ve ever experienced that. Here are the 5 courses

snacks (watermelon, peanuts, wine, sausage)
Salad and vegetables
Chicken and rice
Cheese and wine
Dessert (strawberries, whipped Cream, and Ice cream)

It was cool to just listen, slow down, and enjoy the food. The Husband (Monsieur Richard) is a bit of a Whiskey connoisseur so he let me try a few different whiskeys that are roughly 50-70 dollars a bottle. I got a list of them for when I’m back in the states.
After that the kids and I (every one else was 16 or younger) watched a couple movies, the first was a film that one of the girls named Helene made. It was crazy and quirky, but well done for a 16 year old. After that we watched Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. They were nice to me and watched it with french subtitles and English Audio. I tried to get them to do it the other way, but they insisted. I guess it’s very important to them to learn english. Mr Richard asked me if I knew anyone who would take Helene in for a month to help her learn english. She knows some, and can carry on a conversation with some help, so if you’re interested let me know!

I’m reading the Bible every day now. Right now I’m reading through Luke and It’s really been sustenance for me. I’ve also been reading the Pilgrim’s progress, and while I don’t necessarily agree with all of Bunyan’s theology its been encouraging to see the parallels of my own Christian walk in the book.

Keep Praying for me. Sundays and Mondays are going to be really really slow days as compared to the rest of the week, which is just really slow haha. Ken was right when he told me that being a busy yankee, it would take some adjusting to French Culture.

I miss you all. Please, If you want to tell me stories about what’s going on over there please E-mail me!

myselfgone@gmail.com

Also if you want to skype my handle is myselfgone. It’s free if you use the internet service, but if you don’t have a webcam or microphone send me your land line and I’ll be happy to call you. As far as I know Skype can’t call cell phones though

bonsoir mes amis

Today was cool, I got up super early and took my time walking down to the café. took some pictures, got some snacks from a real French Patisserie. worked on a flyer graphic for the Café for hours because my computer was being stubborn.

I'm doing a "bad" job of staying off facebook. I'm not on it nearly as much as I am at home though.

I think I'm going to try and make saturday my skype day. I only have internet in the Café and they have service here on saturday nights, so I'm going to talk to Sébastien about using skype here afterwords given the 6 hour time difference.

I miss home a lot. I miss Nyack a lot.

I never would have thought that slowing down would be so tiring...

Adjusting

So it's been about 3 days since I arrived here in France. It's been quite the adjustment. The language barrier is very real, but is teaching me patience. Well, everything is teaching me patience. I'm not "doing" much here. the café serves roughly 10 to 15 customers a day between 10 am and 7 PM, which is a shame because Sébastien (the guy who works here) makes an awesome cup of coffee. I guess God and I were on the same page when I would tell people that the main reason I was coming was to learn about myself and gain a broader perspective.

Saint Etienne seems to be a truly French city. absolutely nothing is in English. It seems to be minimally effected by American culture. I haven't been to Paris yet, but I feel like I'll be more comfortable there seeing as thought there is such a large tourist population. It may be foolish, but I feel like I'm the only American in a city of 200,000. God has blessed me with one person who speaks fluent English though, Sébastien. I spend my afternoons with him at the café, which is nice because I can actually express myself without strain. in the evenings I spend my time with the Peigné family. They are wonderfully friendly people, the only Chrisitan in the home is their son, but their hospitality is awesome. I really feel like God is drawing them to Himself. Anyways, at night I sit with them and we try and talk to each other. It's slow and painful, but we definitely enjoy each other's company. Last night I got to talk to them about my schooling. Mrs Peigné definitely found it strange that I studied four years of the Bible and Church. Her husband and her are both engineers, but her husband is the only one who works. She says that finding work in Saint Etienne is hard.

Life is much much slower here. everything stops at noon for dejuner. I would call it lunch, but it's not just a meal in the middle of the day, it's more like an hour break from everything, kids even come home to eat and then return to school. no one is in a hurry to do anything. Things happen when they happen. I'm kind of torn about it. I think it's good in a lot of ways, but I also feel like they could be reaching more people if it wasn't just word of mouth about their Café.

Sorry if these blogs seem choppy. even Sébastien and I have slower conversations and I have to explain some expressions I use. I'm growing accustomed to speaking in short, Simple sentences.

This is where I work, kind of... haha.

Blessings.

J'ame le Saint Etienne

So I'm here in Saint Etienne. My host family is wonderful and I have my own room. They speak next to no english so I better learn quickly hahah.

more later

Time Travel is Real

When you fly across the Atlantic Ocean at night, you fly directly into the sunrise. It's pretty awesome. I've enjoyed watching the sun rise a few times this past year, but seeing it at 30,000 feet moving at hundreds of miles an hour is amazing.

So I had an epiphany on my flight to heathrow. I realized that I can really become whoever I want to become while I'm over here. The only person who knows me is going to be in New England June 4-23. My selfishness raised it's head pretty ugly, but then I realized, this trip really has little to do with me, and everything to do with Jesus. I wouldn't be going if it weren't for him. He's going to bring me to places I've never been, both inside and out, and I want to keep being the man he's been building into me.

Traveling seems exciting, but I'm already getting the vibe that I don't like traveling alone. It's boring. I didn't sleep at all on the 6 hour flight to London, but I got seated next to two french girls who seemed to be more annoyed by my simple presence than anything else. they definitely didn't want to talk to me.

my eyes are getting tired of the screen...
more from France

<3

P.S. Johnny Cash is awesome

Here we go

I'm in Heathrow Airport in London with 4 minutes left of my internet.

I'm stoked