home for a week

Yup, Kathrine has entered lusekofte-land. I had to go home because I have an exam in History of Art, the last one of 'em all!!
I'll be here for six days and then I'm heading back to Paris again.

It feels weird to be here. It's like a box that has become too big for me, and when I look around, when I see my old room, my *old* parents (sorry mum), the old street, the old car, the old everything, I can't help but think: was this really my world just a year ago?

Yeah yeah, I know you older people out there nod at me thinking 'poor girl, you're so young, you haven't got a clue'. Of course it feels weird, you're growing up, you're starting your own life, all that.

I know.

It still feels weird. Not in terms of me growing up - I've sort of always had an old soul - but in terms of the difference in being surrended by young, dynamic Christians who wants to change the world in Paris, and ye olde parents who've never changed and probably never will. (God, do something!! Shake up their world!)


Anyways. It's good to be here for a few days. Rock on.


"For the eyes of the LORD range throughout the earth to strenghten those whose hearts are fully committed to him"
(2 Chronicles 16,9)