Yet another blog...

Resistance is futile, you will be assimilated...

Well, I finally gave in and started a blog. As if the world really needs another blog. I'm curious to see how many people if anyone reads this thing. We'll see. I enjoyed reading the blogs of some out of town friends so much, I thought I'd give it a try. This is kind of like when the web was picking up steam years ago and everybody and their dog had a personal web page. Most of them looked like crap, but that didn't stop anybody. I guess I wasn't able to resist this time around. This is much easier to keep up though. I'm not quite sure what I'm going to put up on here either. I thought I'd start out with a journal entry from a mission trip I made to Japan in '99. Don't be misled, I'm not really the journalling type. They asked us to do it though. I found this recently while cleaning up a old yahoo group. I hadn't seen it in years. I'll have to go find the rest of them one of these days. Reading it now almost sounds like it's a different person. weird. Here you go:



Sunday & Monday, June 6th and 7th-

Man, it's early. I had to get up at 0430 Sunday morning because we had to leave at 0600 to get to the airport. Any other Sunday morning and I would have had a really hard time getting out of bed. But after the week of school I just had, with having to take my finals early and all, this is cake. I was just glad to get the 3½ hours that I did. Besides I figured I could sleep on the plane. So, we drove to the airport early Sunday morning. Oh yeah, it's Sunday. It sure doesn't feel like a typical Sunday. I'm usually headed to church first thing Sunday morning. At about 0700 we arrived at the airport and everyone was on time. I was impressed. Usually when you ask a bunch of college-aged students to be somewhere that early, someone's bound to be late. We all had our white Seahorse polo shirts on, so we drew attention. We were asked many times by people in the airport and on the plane why we were together. It was a good opportunity to tell people what we were about. It felt good to be part of a team like that. We flew to Portland first, which was 2 hours, and hen to Japan, which was 10 hours. The trip went by fairly fast. I slept for a few hours, watched a movie, ate a couple meals, and wrote out my testimony.

I can't believe I'm in Japan. I found myself saying this to myself over and over once we landed in Nagoya. The airport looked very nice. Cheryl (CCC staff) told me it was brand new. We got our bags and went through customs. It was still only about 1530 there, but to us, it was late at night. We took buses and subway trains through the city and ate dinner at a Japanese restaurant. It was a long day.

posted by gtdmouse @ 10/26/2004 05:35:00 PM