In a new place

Well, I figured it's that time to try and put into words everything that has been happening to me. Perhaps as a marker, so I don't forget.

I am now in Washington state. Living. Here. And I have no idea right now for how long or if I'll ever go back to Texas. It's one of those things that's too far ahead to even think about, let alone plan. But I'm here and I know not one soul. Which is interesting. But in the town I'm in, Yakima, I have not met a person that was rude or just had a bad attitude, which is a little weird. But good I think. I keep meeting random people who have just helped me out tons (whether spiritually or just by making life a little easier). I can't help but think I'm being taken care of. :)

I've always typically thought of myself as a mixture of an introvert/extrovert, depending on who I'm with. I don't mind talking to people, in fact I think it's awkward/weird/uncool when two or more people are in the same area and can't say hi to one another. I've come to conclude that I could be perfectly satisfied living alone in the woods. At the same time, I would never do that (unless there would be some guarantee of human contact :)

For the next two weeks, I'm over near Olympia, and starting to learn what I'll be doing for work. It took about 3 hours or so to get here, but it felt like 30 minutes. I stared at mountains full of snow and waterfalls, WATERFALLS, on the sides of highways :)

Everything has been great and I can't help but feel blessed.

Today I decided to walk over to this pizza place to eat a salad. So I sit at the bar, just cause, who hasn't wanted to eat at the bar alone? No? Being the person that I am, I started talking to the person next to me. As soon as he turned to look at me I felt really weird. He had bloodshot eyes and was probably drunk. He didn't really make sense so after awhile I just didn't feel like talking to him anymore. I think he noticed and he got kind of quiet. Is there such a thing as a creepy quiet? That's what it felt like. So I paid for my food and decided to leave. He asked why I was so nervous. Hah, I didn't want to to tell him he was weird, so I just kind of brushed it off, shook his hand, and left. Hope he doesn't have the swine flu. Maybe, in a sense, when I talk to people, I'm just using them. I don't really care that much about them (sometimes), and decide in order to make my life more interesting, I'll talk to them. I am over-analyzing this, maybe. Or maybe I've hit the mark.

I don't know why that creeped me out so much. I went back to my room after that and prayed. Life goes on and maybe I learned something good today. Maybe focus, trust God in every conversation. I will be taken care of just as I have been the last 21 years of life.