home, home on the lake

i spent the summers growing up at indian lake nazarene campgrounds outside of kalamazoo, mi.  as a child, several weeks every summer were spent driving my grandparents crazy while we stayed with them.  when my sister and i finally became old enough to really be obnoxious, my parents bought a small cabin down the road from my grandparents summer home so we could run in and out of there instead of my grandparents house.  it was a safe place to be.  everyone knew us so we were able to run free without worries (or our parents).  between our bikes and the lake, we were never lacking for something to do. 

to ninevah or bust

when i started this blog it was to document my adventures into things that made me uncomfortable.  i've done a lot in that time that makes me uncomfortable, some i've documented and some i have chosen not to.  but one month from today, i will be doing the single most uncomfortable thing i've done in a very long time.  i'm great with the spontaneous uncomfortable things.  i've spent many a night in weird places because of last minute changes or yes to something at the spur of the moment.  i'm not so good at the planned events that make me uncomfortable.  leaves me with plenty of time to get nervous and (most of the time) wiggle out of them.  while i've had plenty of time to get VERY nervous about this event, i actually have no desire to wiggle out of it.