Well-
As of this morning one of my best friends has left to attend School of Creative Arts, by Monday another friend shall be off to Uni to study nursing, within the coming weeks yet another friend will be moving to Brisbane to study art. By July I'm sure there will be lots of homes and towns with spaces left by those who have moved onto the more adventurous exciting time in their lives.
And in a few months I myself will be moving to Japan to teach English before returning to Australia to also attend School Of Creative Arts.
We live in these houses with these same people for eighteen years of our lives (some of us a little longer) and then we all move on so easily. We leave behind the daily routines of family house hold living, social norms and the formality's and culture we've come to associate with this place called "Home". In no way do I condemn or judge those who take flight so easily and flutter off to a new world, heaven knows I'm probably one of the biggest ones, I simply make the observation that it seems so easy.
I know the cliche that we'll miss what we once had, but is that really how it works? Will I miss the everyday ins and outs of my Crescent Street residence? The place that I have called "Home" all my life. Or will I simply embrace my new life, new "home"and new friends with only a "here and there", "Every now and then" thought for what I left behind?
For now I seem to miss everything and everyone even though I havn't set foot outside my door yet (metaphorically speaking ofcourse) yet I'm also excited to venture off into the unkown.
Like the rest of my genereation I'll set off on this voyage, to make my own way, each of us wondering "I wonder what that girl is doing with herself now?" "I wonder if that guy is fighting the same struggles as me now". I also can't help but wonder if people have come to realise yet that all that stock they put into their highschool careers, their social standing and their popularity have all been washed away with the tides of change. As they say "you can't take popularity with you". And its now that we'll look back realise what we can take with us...memories, theyre the only thing that can last as long as us, memories of our "ups, downs and....all arounds", of what we've learned from those we've grown with. Memories of the jokes and the sense of humour that only youre friends get. Memories, simply reflections of a lifetime spent training, growing and waiting for this moment, and somewhere in there living life can be found aswell.
As we embark I'm sure in one way or another we'll come home, back to the same port. As easily as we left we'll slip back into the fold of whatever small town or big city we emerged from, stylistically and mentally changed we'll play the returned celebrity, learned and opinionated secretly cherishing the arms of those we've yearned for, for so long now.
Yes, I think I'll miss it, Ill miss my home, and I'm sure I'm not alone in that way of thinking. Even though eventually we do class ourselves as independent, I dont think we ever really are, we operate on what our parents have taught us, and last by savouring the gentle memories of sturdier times.
Vanaka.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Facebook ABOUT ME
This is my facebook about me section. I dont know why you would read my blog without first knowing a little bit about who the blogger is.
A short summary of who I am is: I Love my saviour Jesus Christ. My Church. My Family. My Friends. My Music. My Books. My Writing. My Movies. My Coffe's. My Friday Nights. My Hot Summer Days. My Colours. My Drama. My iPod. ----
2008, for me the year of the dreaded HSC was also filled with times spent with my friends and family that compensated for the stressful moments that this final year of school brings. I didnt travel, have any particularly huge or fantastic moments nor did I participate in any out of the ordinary events that I can really set aside as special or different (ofcourse other than my HSC)
Every other year of my life I have done one or more of the above things so that by January the first I could look back and say "wow, now that was a big year." This year instead was spent in a different way. Nothing particularly glamorous or star studded but all the same nurturing and heart warming.
My memories of 2008 are filled with moments spent laughing over roast on a sunday night with my family of friends. Standing before my church with my hands held high in praise and worship. Enjoying the sickening convenience of 24/7 McDonalds stores. Trying to fit as much as me and my friends could into one night which could involve anything from: Movies, Dinners (most likley McDonalds), Driving to the most un-expected and random places in the middle of the night, Star gazeing and talking about our dreams and ambitions, going to the beach to watch storms or heading back to the Brittens to watch one...well maybe two...how about three? movies. Getting Craveings for random foods and bowing to that craveing by driving to the 24/7 BP to get that food also seems to inhabit alot of my memory.
But most of all, my fondest and most cherished memories are sitting on my friends couch cosy and warm, watching a dvd, looking around at the faces of my good friends as we all laugh or sit transfixed to the images on the screen. These little moments over shadow any over seas venture, any performance or any purchase of a much desired object.
I know the above section is probably more suited to a blog or note but I feel it should be in my "About Me" section because this passed year, 2008, has possibly shown me more about who I am than any other. Away from the glamour of a spotlight, the excitment of an air port or the falseness of those moments when we know weve molded ourselves to suit the crowd were in. Away from all of that, surrounded by those we love, it is there we will find ourselves and who we really are.
Tysons the name.
Saucy's the game.
I hope you enjoyed, feel free to add me on Facebook if you dont already have me. x
Vanaka.
A short summary of who I am is: I Love my saviour Jesus Christ. My Church. My Family. My Friends. My Music. My Books. My Writing. My Movies. My Coffe's. My Friday Nights. My Hot Summer Days. My Colours. My Drama. My iPod. ----
2008, for me the year of the dreaded HSC was also filled with times spent with my friends and family that compensated for the stressful moments that this final year of school brings. I didnt travel, have any particularly huge or fantastic moments nor did I participate in any out of the ordinary events that I can really set aside as special or different (ofcourse other than my HSC)
Every other year of my life I have done one or more of the above things so that by January the first I could look back and say "wow, now that was a big year." This year instead was spent in a different way. Nothing particularly glamorous or star studded but all the same nurturing and heart warming.
My memories of 2008 are filled with moments spent laughing over roast on a sunday night with my family of friends. Standing before my church with my hands held high in praise and worship. Enjoying the sickening convenience of 24/7 McDonalds stores. Trying to fit as much as me and my friends could into one night which could involve anything from: Movies, Dinners (most likley McDonalds), Driving to the most un-expected and random places in the middle of the night, Star gazeing and talking about our dreams and ambitions, going to the beach to watch storms or heading back to the Brittens to watch one...well maybe two...how about three? movies. Getting Craveings for random foods and bowing to that craveing by driving to the 24/7 BP to get that food also seems to inhabit alot of my memory.
But most of all, my fondest and most cherished memories are sitting on my friends couch cosy and warm, watching a dvd, looking around at the faces of my good friends as we all laugh or sit transfixed to the images on the screen. These little moments over shadow any over seas venture, any performance or any purchase of a much desired object.
I know the above section is probably more suited to a blog or note but I feel it should be in my "About Me" section because this passed year, 2008, has possibly shown me more about who I am than any other. Away from the glamour of a spotlight, the excitment of an air port or the falseness of those moments when we know weve molded ourselves to suit the crowd were in. Away from all of that, surrounded by those we love, it is there we will find ourselves and who we really are.
Tysons the name.
Saucy's the game.
I hope you enjoyed, feel free to add me on Facebook if you dont already have me. x
Vanaka.
His Eye Is On The Sparrow.
Well,
This is my first Blog on this website, I do have other posts on my Myspace, but seeming as I am using Myspace less and less these days I decided to utilise this website.
-About the name-
I decided to name my blog "Sparrow" after my favourite hymn "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". I first heard this hymn on the now classic film "Sister Act 2" whilst the film may hold little interest to those of you who appreciate more artistic, stylistic films there is one moment in this film that will stay with me forever. The scene where Lauryn Hill and Tanya Blount are sitting at the piano practising their song for church, which just happens to be "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". Their rendition of this song has become very famous since and is acredited for properly show casing for the first time Lauryn Hill's vocal ability, who had previously favoured reggae, rap type of music.
-ANYWHOO-
This hymn means so much to me, the lyrics "His eye is on the sparrow, so I know he watches me" can't help but resonate in my soul. The Lord feels sorrow for every sparrow that falls, so imagine how his heart breaks when I expreience pain. To know the creator of all things cares for me with such delicate detail is refeshing, empowering and inspring.
-SO...-
A blog is meant to be about youre daily experiences....really, the blogger can put what ever they like in their articles, so thats what I've done. My heart is for Jesus, I am his Sparrow, and I know he watches me. Basically thats why I've decided to name my blog "Sparrow".
Vanaka (Thankyou)
This is my first Blog on this website, I do have other posts on my Myspace, but seeming as I am using Myspace less and less these days I decided to utilise this website.
-About the name-
I decided to name my blog "Sparrow" after my favourite hymn "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". I first heard this hymn on the now classic film "Sister Act 2" whilst the film may hold little interest to those of you who appreciate more artistic, stylistic films there is one moment in this film that will stay with me forever. The scene where Lauryn Hill and Tanya Blount are sitting at the piano practising their song for church, which just happens to be "His Eye Is On The Sparrow". Their rendition of this song has become very famous since and is acredited for properly show casing for the first time Lauryn Hill's vocal ability, who had previously favoured reggae, rap type of music.
-ANYWHOO-
This hymn means so much to me, the lyrics "His eye is on the sparrow, so I know he watches me" can't help but resonate in my soul. The Lord feels sorrow for every sparrow that falls, so imagine how his heart breaks when I expreience pain. To know the creator of all things cares for me with such delicate detail is refeshing, empowering and inspring.
-SO...-
A blog is meant to be about youre daily experiences....really, the blogger can put what ever they like in their articles, so thats what I've done. My heart is for Jesus, I am his Sparrow, and I know he watches me. Basically thats why I've decided to name my blog "Sparrow".
Vanaka (Thankyou)
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