day 11: a picture of something you hate

ENOUGH SAID. I can't even handle it.

Day 10: a picture of your favorite place in the world.

Again, this isn't fair... I am just not a "favorites" kind of person. Why did I even think I could do this whole 30 day challenge. HA. Well, I will ease into this post with a nice quote about travel:

"The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page."

-St. Augustine

Annnnndddddd..... These are both nice.........

source.

Ok, now I will stop avoiding the question. Actually, I will keep avoiding it and be vague in my answer. I LOVE TO TRAVEL. I have been lucky enough to have seen some amazing destinations in my short nineteen years on this beautiful, diverse earth. My memories from those various trips are priceless. I feel that it is so important to experience different cultures and to learn about all of God's children all over the earth. We all need to embrace our differences and learn to accept everyone around us. (That could have been on the inside wrapper of a Dove chocolate... Summer Job?) Do I have a favorite place I have traveled? That is like asking Dolly Parton if she has a favorite hairpiece! Well, it is nothing like that but I bet she would say no. No she doesn't. She loves them all.

But then again, I have no special place in my heart for Dolly and do not desire to grow up to inherit her indecisiveness so I will commit and say my favorite place was...(and I am 99% certain, always will be)...

New York, New York. My first travel love.

Day 9: A picture of the [people] who have gotten you through the most.

It's a tie. It may sound cliche, but of course it's my parents. They have always been there for me, literally, they have no choice. Something that I have come to realize about parents is how lucky we are to have both a mother and a father. Each is different in their role in raising the family, but we as children need those differences. I can go to my parents each for varying things. They both have their strengths. I have come to realize when I need someone to help me to make a decision, to lay things out for me, I tend to go to my dad. When I need some girl time and reassurance and a loving reminder of who I really am and what others see in me, I go to my mom. And it's not even that I couldn't go to the other parent in a vice versa sort of situation but they each have their roles and, to me, they play them perfectly. I learn so much from each of them and hope to one day be a part of a husband/wife team as great as theirs is.

Love you both and thank you for everything.

day eight: a picture that makes me laugh.

I have a soft spot in my heart for pictures that were taken when the subject was unaware.... like this gem.

Happy Family.

and then there are always cat pictures.

I AM ZEF.