This was the best year of my life.
I began year 20 with a refreshed spirit after the Lord healed my heart and brought me to high places. I saw the world more than I ever had before. I lived in the Bloomsbury District of London for 3 weeks, making countless memories while falling in love with so many people and so much culture. I spent a week traveling Austria, France, and Germany with a cousin. A stranger on Monday, a sister by Sunday.
I spent a month in the hill country of West Texas. Texas proved to be the most challenging piece of that summer, and in hindsight, the sweetest. A lot of maturing and growing happened in that canyon, and I’m so grateful. As lonely as a place it was, I’ll never hear Bruce Springsteen the same and I don’t think this drone scar will fade.
I moved into the grat house with 3 of my sweetest, dearest friends. Deep fellowship and boundless fun under one roof. From starry sky soaked conversations on our roof to packing fifteen lilies of the valley on our porch. A few parties, a lot of coffee talks in those wing back chairs, listening to records in our sweet sitting room. I love our home.
My last few weeks of 20 were spent serving in the Dominican Republic. How do I sum up the intense and deep change I felt in that place? The Lord is present and moving in the DR and He really loves SI.
I spent my 21st birthday blowing out candles in quarantine and popping champagne on 83rd street 6 feet away from women walking their dogs. I wasn’t expecting a corona birthday, but I am happy regardless.
So that’s my year in review. And here is what I know to be true as a 21 year old Abbey.
So that’s what I know. It took another 5 months to compile the list, but I’m not in a hurry. Even perusing over the first 6 months of 21, my heart has shifted and my eyes have grown since the March day I first created this list.
Until next year.