You’ve Got Mail.
Gwangju Jeolla-do, South Korea
It’s 4 pm here. 2am in America. Somewhere around 10am in my life.
I’m having quite the love affair with Tylenol PM and coffee taste so much sweeter with jet lag.
With love,
South Korea
Soko2010.
Gwangju Jeolla-do, South Korea
These images were brought to you by my new best friend, my Canon 7D. 
With love,
South Korea
Downtown.
Gwangju Jeolla-do, South Korea
I’m so curious about all these lives I’ve never seen or known.
I wonder if they are in love. Or if they just want to be.
Or if it is one in the same.
I want to know.
Taxi cab.
Gwangju Jeolla-do, South Korea
Most of the cab drivers that we’ve met have spoken a tiny bit of broken English.
Yesterday, he didn’t speak any but he could tell we were American, and he kept saying “Obama” and giving us the thumbs up.
He just kept repeating it: “Obama! Obama! Obama!” thumbs up.
Then right before we reached our hotel, he was like “Micheal Jackson!” thumbs up.
I was cracking up the whole time.
Then today we had the coolest guy. He could not stop smiling.
We never had a conversation, but he kept calling out states and cities the whole ride.
“New York… Ohio…Kentucky… California… Florida…”
After a few we started naming some also
“South Carolina. North Carolina. Georgia. Maine. Virginia. Washington.”
He kept going on and on. It was like a game.
He seriously named more than I could. (kind of embarrassing)
This cab driver in the photo though didn’t talk to us at all. However, he did catch me taking pictures of him in the mirrow…AWKWARD!
U.S. Airways
“Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the next 13 hours with us.”
(keep in mind, that is only 1 of our 3 flights. yeah, i know)
Feb. 2
Charlotte>DC>Tokyo>Incheon=longest day of my life.
Snow Way!!!
It’s South Carolina and it’s snowing. This never happens. And that’s exactly why we use a boogie board as a makeshift sled.
To be honest, I don’t know that I would have it any other way.
That’s my dad. He is 53.
I almost ended up under the neighbors Jeep, which is fine. I like Jeeps.
This is not an illusion. Olivia is, in fact, as white as snow.
Mom’s hat. I know. I know:)
So glad to be snowed in at my parents house where they have an unlimited supply of pineapple, ice cream, board games, TV channels, and my precious niece:)
Also worth mentioning, Jonathan convinced dad that Jay Z was a Christian artist and mom asked me if I was allowed to wear my nose ring in Korea.
Goodnight.
What makes love stay?
“no one ever asks, “how did you two stay together?” everyone always asks, “how did you two meet?” we had to make the same transition that all couples do: from the crazy in love stage to the other thing. the hard part of love. it’s when you’re in that struggle that you most need the story of how you’re meant to be. because the alternative is that the person you’re with could be any one of hundreds or thousands of other people. and well, if that’s true, than why even try?
Dam Prayers.
Somedays I don’t believe in prayer at all and somedays it’s just empty words. But somedays, the best days-the most beautiful days are the ones when prayer is not a conscious act but it becomes a part of me. It becomes a constant state of loving and yearning and seeking and sometimes grieving but somehow still trusting.
It’s just so bizarre and incredible and strange and lovely.
It’s finding God in the ordinary-in the everyday details of life. In my cup of hot rooibos tea and in my best friend’s laugh. I find Him in my favorite song or driving across the dam. In Saturday afternoons and every single sunset. In meeting someone who understands me or finishing a really good book. In traveling with close friends or looking a stranger in the eyes. In walking outside barefoot or smiling for no reason. In midnight conversations out on the dock or just being still and not saying anything at all.
He is in the beautiful that I experience everyday. He is in the now.
Something you should watch:
Macbook Wheel.
Apple Introduces Revolutionary New Laptop With No Keyboard
“I like having an email that says, ‘Sent from a Macbook Wheel.’ That way people know I have one.”
so so funny.
I for one am inspired.
I found out about Mumford & Sons via Jessica.
You could say I’m quite smitten.
Listen to After The Storm
On my knees and out of luck, I look up.
You must know life to see decay
But I won’t rot, I won’t rot
Not this mind and not this heart,
I won’t rot.And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
“But Christina, don’t you get tired of listening to the same song on repeat all day long?”
My answer is no. A resounding no.
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