Lucky.

Today was an odd day. I woke up SO LATE. I was supposed to meet a friend at Boba to say goodbye before I leave for my little weekend getaway and he goes to Anime Expo, and I was nearly two hours late because I over slept and had to wait for a ride. . . I fail. But oh well, it was really fun. After my mom and I went to my cousin's for lunch and she cooked some really good Romanian food as her husband, who is Romanian, is teaching her to cook his type of food. We left late so I got dragged to my mother's doctor appointment. It was an emergency appointment because she's been needing more blood pressure medication and her primary doctor didn't have an opening until August. Her doctor ended up to be pretty cute, but old. Haha. Leave it to me. Ahhh, me and my attraction to insanely old men. Oh well, it's funny. . . . most of the time.

So, I was looking for a deep topic to blog about and couldn't really think of anything, except for everything that I'm ungrateful for. I have a lot of people who love me. I live in an air conditioned home in California. I have two living parents. I have many technological commodities. I know a God. I can be alive without being sustained by a machine. That's so much more than very many people can even ask for, yet here I am whining about my life. I have nothing to complain about. I don't live in a third world country. I don't have to patch my roof with banana leaves. I can communicate with people at all times. I have the education to think and make my own decisions. That's another problem with being an SDA in Loma Linda. I feel like we really do live an a shielded little bubble. We don't see others' pain and struggles. I know we have so many unfortunate people right in San Bernardino, but it seems as if we merely turn them a blind eye and instead focus on the doctors and lawyers that have so much more than we do, materialistically at least. I'm lucky, and I need to remember that.