Dear scene (and unseen),

I run outside. All the time. Even in two degree temperatures.

That is not to say it happens everyDAY, but that everytime it DOES happen, it's outside. (Mostly-because-I-was-not-a-full-time-student-last-semester-so-I-wasn't-allowed-to-use-the-facilities-until-now. But STILL!)

Today I went to the gym.

There is something about swishing ponytails, bare legs, and the need to have your muscles show through your t-shirt that is so...........i don't know.........ridiculously American.

I thought about me doing this in Thailand. It seems silly. I wonder what they would think. I dunno. I've never been. Maybe I'm wrong.

But I'm happy to be going away for a bit. Perspectives are fun. So is mystery. I've missed having something thrilling to look forward to........even if I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. Sometimes, that makes it even more exciting. The wonder.

Dear EXCITEMENT,

Guys! I'm going to Thailand!!!! To work with an NGO orphanage. I didn't think it was going to work out........and now I could not be more thrilled. Details to follow. For now, I have a billion and one assignments to do for my prep class. LOVE!

photo credit to peace corps

Dear Thailand,

Today I was tired of no.
Today I was tired of worrying.
Today I was tired of people not supporting my dream.
Today I was tired.

So I went to bed.

Dear words,

I like words. They're my favorite. They are the way I love and communicate and feel.

They are the main reason I listen to music. Because I connect. I understand. Lyrics make my favorite artists T-Swift and JJ and Fun.

They are the way I hurt. Who ever said "sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" did not have my same love language.




But touching him.......touching him is like wishing I never found out that love could be that strong. Touching him makes my heart want to be where it shouldn't. Touching him leaves me...




speechless.




But thinking. Always thinking. Which is so like me.

Dear peace and happiness,

I was struggling for, like, two weeks to decide which class I should take: my favorite teacher's or my future career's. Same time. Confliction.

I went to career on Monday. I walked out of favorite teacher's class this evening and two words flashed across my peaceful mind: holy ground.

He makes me remember who I am. This is what I want.

Love, Jerusalem Chloé

Dear New Year,

With you comes resolutions.

I already broke two of them.

I love that it's never too late to recommit.

Thank you, for bringing me hope.
-Chloè Sumsion

Dear World,

I.
ME, Chloé Michelle Sumsion. With all of my flaws. Every action and reaction contained inside and out of me.
I am.
It is, in all reality, happening.
I am going.
Leaving my family and dear friends. My schooling and my orphans.
I am going on a mission.
Somewhere far. Somewhere new.
I will wake up everyday in the same place: there and available and active. To teach something wonderful. Something I have been taught for the last 20 years of my life: that Jesus, in reality, lives and loves me. That He communicates with me. And that He has restored complete truth to the earth at this time. And I encourage all to know these truths for themselves, as I have learned for myself. I could not be more sure.

Mission papers are started! Hello, world.