Monthly Archives: September 2013

I don’t know about you, but I don’t know if I like being 22

It’s this incredibly vague area where everyone agrees it’s time to grow up and its acceptable to make mistakes…so long as they aren’t deemed overly immature or irresponsible because you’re 22 now so you’re supposed to be getting your head on straight.

Or something like that?

As T-Swift (or T-Swizzle, as I like it) has proclaimed “we’re happy, free, confused and lonely at the same time. It’s miserable and magical”…oh no. Miserable, I’ll agree…magical, not so much.  I can’t even pinpoint how I feel at this stage of my life because I’m so damn overwhelmed with thoughts and emotions and plans.

You know how you catch yourself pondering life on almost every vacation you go to?  I’m not sure why this phenomenon takes place, but I feel (at least for me) that it happens every time I stay in a place for a few days that isn’t my home.  So, try to imagine what the hell I’m going through at this point in my life.  I’m 22 with no idea who I’m supposed to be and I just moved to a place far away and I’m not busy anymore.  I’m constantly comparing everything I’m experiencing here to everything I’ve experienced in my short 22 years of life.  I’m also trying to soak in much more than the sun down here, but its overwhelming as all hell.

I guess I’m whining because I really have no idea what’s going on and I can’t determine if that’s okay or not.  I’m trying to gauge if my peers are in a stable part in their life, but I can’t tell if they’re bs-ing the interweb or just avoiding the truth of life as well.  Wah, being this whiny is for the birds. I just want to have life figured out because I LOATHE this learning curve bullshit.

Until next time ;]
Miss Enlund

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Rainy Days

One of the most fascinating things about New Orleans is the way it rains.  Often when it rains, it really does pour.  Giant drops cascade from the sky but the sun still remains visible.  This is what makes it so magical; the sun catches each drop and creates a gorgeous shimmering experience. This phenomenon has occurred almost every day since I’ve moved here (just two weeks ago).

Interestingly enough, the city never seems to be entirely under a rain cloud.  The first time I experienced the skies opening up, my roommates and I were across town.  When we arrived home (just a 15 minute drive) we learned that it hadn’t even rained by us.

Also, the weather forecast means zilch.  Regardless of the precipitation percentage, ITS GON’ RAIN!  This is probably due to the fact that we are technically in Hurricane Season (although we haven’t—thankfully—experienced any threatening weather, yet).  This northerner, however, is overly captivated by the weather.

Check out the video and enjoy the lovely sounds of the rain! http://instagram.com/p/dyJIcVSxZb/#

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Four guys and two little ladies

So more on my current living situation

I’m 22, just graduated from college and I live with one of my best friends and four other guys. The thing is, three of those guys are over the age of 65 and are committed to religious life.

Now one might ask, “Why in God’s name are you living with 3 OLD MEN?!”

I am one of the proudest alumnus of Iona College (Class of 2013), which is a small private institution that was founded by the Edmund Rice Christian Brothers.  For a long time Iona was run by the Brothers and almost every one of them have studied at Iona.  A few still teach and many of the Brothers still live in community around the campus.  This is how I was introduced to this congregation.

I wanted to do a year of service (specifically in New Orleans) after I went on a Mission Trip through my school in 2012. The city is unlike any city I’ve been to and the people are so…there just isn’t a word to describe the wonderful people of Naw’lins. While on the trip, we visited the house that I am now living in.  We learned that the three Brothers open their home and life of community to three volunteers each year. I knew that evening we’d met them that I would be a volunteer in that house one day.

So now, here I am.  The other boy I live with is also an Iona grad.  In fact, he was my Mission Trip leader and he moved down here last year to volunteer.  He loved it so much so that he stayed for round two.  Most of what I’ll be talking about from now on will be anecdotes of life with three Christian Brothers, the service that I’m taking part in, trials and tribulations of living on the Big Easy, and (of course) mentions of Justin Timberlake.

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Post-Grad Probs

What did you do after you graduated college?

I went home for three weeks (the longest amount of time I had spent in my home in three years).  Attempted to visit the local watering hole and realized that I’m just not about that life anymore.

Then I went to work for a summer camp of sorts.  I pictured it being an UH-MAZING summer job; hanging out with foreign kids, running around New York City, and giving them a remarkable and memorable experience in the states.  I would blog about our travels and the funny misunderstandings that inevitably take place between a kid from Estonia and a kid from Brazil.  Most of the above happened minus the blogging.  I didn’t expect the job to be so damn exhausting.  I also didn’t expect to have a staff that partied just as hard as they worked (which I’m insanely thankful for). This part of my summer ended all too quickly, unfortunately.

So I went back home for three weeks (as if I didn’t hate the first go around enough—sorry Mom). I focused on prepping for my second trip to the Legends of the Summer Tour with mi madre and finishing up the masterful artwork that is my walls. I also spent a lot of time freaking out and essentially hating the fact that I was no longer in college.  I think I spent a week in my room…straight.  I should have spent more time packing and prepping for the MOST GIGANTIC MOVE OF MY LIFE…at least thus far.

Just about a week ago I flew down to New Orleans to begin my year-long commitment to service and living in community with three Edmund Rice Christian Brothers.  In my last posting about people having the control over decisions, that’s what I was referencing. I’m an absolute weirdo, so I don’t often talk about big situations when they’re brewing, in fear that I’ll compromise the outcome.  Thankfully, the Brothers accepted me into their volunteer program in one of the greatest cities this country has to offer.

What I’m most excited about is this experience schedules plenty of time for reflection and chillin (unlike the last four years of my life).   This means I’ll finally be able to uphold the one thing I’ve been trying to get my ass in gear with: writing consistently.  So be prepared for insights into religious life, living with two volunteers who I went to college with, and what life in New Orleans for a non-native is like.  And of course, anything pertaining to Justin Timberlake ;]  Although, for my fan psychoticness—check out my fan blog on Tumblr.

So here’s to peace and new beginnings!

Miss Enlund ;]

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