Amy’s Oasis

So, I know that before I left I was threatening to dye my hair and get a tatoo and piercings and everything while I was here (which some of you were encouraging) . . . but it hasn’t taken long to realize that I would need to be on some serious Prozac and personality-changing classes to do that. (Although . . . you never know . . . :P) So, rather than dissapoint you completely, I attempted to french-manicure my nails and randomly stepped into a hairdresser’s in center city and got my hair cut. Oh, and my toenails are also painted- *gasp* all fingers and toes painted at once! So, I know some of you are very dissapointed in me, but I knew I had to find a happy medium somewhere in order not to completely let you all down!

The place that I got my hair cut was actually really nice- just me and the hairdresser and Sebastian (the little white poodle) in this softly lighted, nicely decorated room. I very quickly found out that the hairdresser was a Christian when I started talking about church and how the people I lived with were Christians! She was very nice and obviously worried about me being all alone in Philly, and she gave me lots of good tips. (I may be able to write a street-smart manual on all the advice everyone is giving me down here. Did you know that when you walk down a street you should always walk on the side that has the least cars parked on it, and if you walk at night you should actually choose the middle of the street, rather than walk on the sidewalk? Neither did I. Good common sense. My question is, what do you do if a car comes? Sprout wings, or walk between those scary cars??)

Oh, and by the way, if you have fingers and nails shaped like mine, doing french manicures on yourself just makes you laugh. The feet on the other hand- people just laugh at mine no matter what I do, so I can just do whatever I want to them.

My poor daddy is doing a cloakium doctum (exam) today. I know that he will pass with flying colors, though- he’s answered lots of our questions over the years, hasn’t he? And let me tell you, he’s been asked some hard ones. Not only that, but he has lots of people praying for him, and the strength of God with him. So, I guess that means that Living Water Reformed Church will soon be a URC! That is exciting and a little sad all at the same time. I miss our church . . . and am a little sad that I can’t be there through the changes. My family is also going on a trip to Vermont- minus me. Life keeps moving on without me in Ontario. Just like mine keeps moving. I promise that I won’t change too much- except to grow in stature with God and maybe get a haircut . . . that is, if you guys don’t change too much.