Life...life...life.
Bah so I still don't know what to do w/ my life and I've thought of living in an rv at college if they'd allow it to make it cheaper. They probably wouldn't allow that. Why does life have to get so complicated? I want to be involved in something where my life is being poured so much into children! that I won't even think of anything else. And I mean that in the way of like taking care of orphans or something. But there just doesn't seem to be a clear path and it is frustrating! When I am pouring love into others and serving, I forget about myself... I want that again. I want that to CONSUME my life! Their is a part of me forever holding that sweet little 9-year-old Ramon in Panama and humming little made-up songs to him. Those moments of sweetness are never lost and they are worth all! So why do I get so caught up in worrying? I have a picture on my bedside table of a little girl from Africa or something that says, "Is she worth it?" My heart says, &q