This post is long past due and something I have wanted to do for more than a month now. Here are 12 awesome things from 2012. Without further ado, here they are in chronological order.
Madison with the BF: I spent the week after New Year’s with my my boyfriend. I spent the week being shown off (introduced) to family and friends and exploring the beautiful city of Madison, WI.
Dance Marathon: I danced FTK (for the kids) at U Iowa’s Dance Marathon. A 24 hour dance celebration (participants are not supposed to sit for down from 6 pm Friday night until 6 pm Saturday night.)that works to raise money for children’s cancer. (more info here) It was one of the hardest experiences of my life. I didn’t make it all the way. I confess. I almost feinted at the end from exhaustion. I would not trade if for the world. I don’t think I will do it again.
Jar meal: My BF and I save all of the money we find, or bet each other, for fun spending only. Slowly quarters, nickles and dimes go into the jar. Our first jar money purchase was a meal for under 10 dollars.
Easter: My best friends and I continued our tradition of celebrating Easter together. After a month of lent it felt great to cook meat and sweets to share with friends.
Being the National Communication’s Coordinator (NCC) for The University of Iowa Associate Residence Halls (ARH) This one doesn’t really have a time, it is several things in one. In 2012 that meant winning the school of the year award in our region, along with several others. That meant organizing three different schools to go together to Boulder, CO. That meant all of the great memories with ARH and NRHH
Hunting and Fishing with my dad: Maybe this makes me SUPER Midwestern Maybe this makes me sentimental. Maybe those things are both true, but either way, I am always happy to spend what time I can just my dad and I doing our things. Be it fish, foul, or bear.
Moving to Spain: I won’t blither on about this too much. Read back posts if want that (joking…mostly). Let me just say it has been one of the hardest and most rewarding experiences of my life. It all began here (if you are interested)
Madrid: Our first trip with CIEE, just a few weeks into our program, we were off to Madrid for a long weekend. We bonded as a group and I began to realize what this was all about. Check out my post from the time, Madrid in My Lense.
Peninsula with the parentals: Spending the holidays with my Dad and Connie was great. It was great to get to see them again. It was enchanting to spend Christmas in Segovia, and the New Year in Madrid.
1. Photo crashing BF in Madison.
2. Posing for dance marathon with amigas.
3. The food (minus a few things)
3. The man who finds the money holds the money
3. We really didn’t cheat on this one
4. ARH Board of Directors 2012-2013
4.The three Iowa delegation’s in Boulder, CO. for the international residence hall associations conference
5. Foul hunting with my dad, “uncles”, and cousin.
6. Fishing with my dad and favorite dog, Buddy.
7. My first real glimpse of the island of Mallorca. I didn’t know what I was getting my self into yet.
8. I am as fierce as a bull in Madrid.
8. Floating Building and Garden Walls: Group Photo of our CIEE group
9. A night walk in Stockholm. Sweden
9. Our second day in Uppsala we went for a bike ride.
10. New Year’s in the Plaza del Perta de Sol. Madrid.
10. During our day trip to see the roman aqueducts in Segovia.
Earth teach me stillness/as the grasses are stilled with light. /Earth teach me suffering/as the old stones suffer with memory./Earth teach me humility/as the blossoms are humble with beginning./ Earth teach me caring/as the mother who secures her young./Earth teach me courage/ as the tree which stands alone./ Earth teach me limitation/as the ant which crawls on the ground./Earth teach me freedom/as the eagle which soars in the sky./Earth teach me resignation/ as the leaves which die in the fall/Earth teach me regeneration/as the seed which rises in the spring./Earth teach me to forget myself/ as melted snow forgets its life./ Earth teach me to remember kindness/ as the dry fields weep in the rain.