NOTE: I apologize in advance. I forgot to bring the camera, so you’ll have to do without pictures and just use your imagination. Come on, Gaston, you can do it!
So on Day One, we left at about one in the afternoon. You may not know this about me, but I love car trips. Love them. I’m not sure why, considering I do in the car exactly what I do at home, but there’s something so thrilling about packing books, notebooks, pencils, sketchbooks, and music in a bag, climbing into the car, and settling down for a three-hour trip. (I prefer it when the trips are longer – say, six or eight hours, because I love to be able to jam to music while watching the scenery out the window, but one takes what one can get).
So, in my duffel was:
• A sketchbook
• Several printed articles and pieces of my own writing to mull over
• Books: “Valiant” by Kyla Fournier, the Bible, “Don’t Judge a Girl By Her Cover” by someone-whose-name-I-can’t-remember, “Girl Coming In For a Landing: A Book in Poems” by another author-whose-name-escapes me (but the book, such as I’ve read of it, is actually pretty cool) and “Three” by Ted Dekker.
• My pink Coby noise-cancelling headphones that are THEAWESOMESTHEADPHONESEVERTHATIBOUGHTFOR
TWELVEDOLLARSATMARSHALLS and the earbuds that came with them + my Coby mp3 player named Vic, which has all my soundtracks/instrumental music + my iPod shuffle named Minzy who has all my vocal music.
• My adorable orange Owl jumbo journal from Wallgreens (Seriously. Seven dollars for a jumbo journal that was absolutely adorable AND awesome? Yes. It was well-used over the course of the weekend).
• Sketchbook, and various pens and pencils
As you can see, my packing tends to be a little… hmm… well, me. Paper, pens, and music.
My clothing-packing was a little different. My parents recently ordered me some supercalifradulisticexpialidocious clothes from Idea2Lifestyle on Etsy, and I am the proud owner of a blue Peackock-gypsy skirt, a linen skirt that’s extremely pretty, a moonshadow top and an artist top, and two different dresses which I’ll be wearing at the Father-Daughter retreat at Calloway next week (Watch out, Hannah. I’m coming for you). They also bought me some amazing new shoes – which I only wore one pair of over the entire weekend. They’re the sandle-kind that are flat and have an ankle strap and one strap OVER the foot and around the toe kinda like a one-strapped flipflop. Anyway, they were super comfy and looked great with everything, so I showed favoritism.
The car trip there was fairly uneventful, but nice. After about fifteen minutes in I put my headphones on and listened to my favorite KPop selections. After about an hour I began to write in my Owlie jumbo journal (which from now on shall just be called Owl, because I have to name everything and it’s shorter). I wrote my first blog-journal entry for you all, which you’ve already probably seen below but which I shall post here anyway:
We only had one restroom stop on the way there (record! Yaaay! What is it about getting into a car that makes you suddenly have to go to the bathroom 10x more often than ordinary?) We arrived at the hotel after having some minor trouble finding it (the conversation went something like this – Dad: “Where is it?” Mom: “Well, let me check the directions.” Dad: “They aren’t usually very accurate, they’re only for emergencies.” Mom: “Didn’t you bring your woman?” Me: “You mean Dorcas?” Mom: “Yeah, Dorcas.” Dad: “No, we had the directions.” Mom: “I think we must have passed it. This looks like the middle of nowhere.” Dad: “Yeah, I’m turning around.”
For those of you who are unaware, Dorcas is the name of Dad’s GPS. She’s very nice, if a bit on the snooty side. (Did you know you can program them with different accents? My brother-in-laws GPS has an Australian accent, which is awesome except when she pronounces Punkintown Road “Punkietown.”)
We changed out of our jeans and tee-shirts into skirts (mandatory for home school conventions, not that I don’t like skirts, because I do, especially now that I have awesome handmade ones from Shanghai!) and drove around until we found the church the convention was in. Mom wasn’t feeling well, so it was Dad, Riah, and myself who went to the first class. It was by Ken Ham, and was, of course, excellent (I’ve practically grown up with Ken Ham, and he’s helped me further my Australian accent in ways I can’t even begin to tell you). We were able to do some browsing in the Exhibit Hall (always my favorite part) and I was pleasantly surprised to see Julia there!
Now, I see Julia every year at the Georgia Homeschool Convention, and have since I met her for the first time at the Father-Daughter convention at Calloway when I was 14. I had no idea she was going to be at the South Carolina convention, so it was awesome to hee her and I bought a gorgeous necklace from her – and my sister surprised me by buying me an earring/necklace set to wear with my Blackmore’s Night-ish dress at the Father-Daughter convention next week! *cheers* I have an awesome family.
After that, we went back to the hotel to catch some sleep…