this is it.

this is it.
my favorite place and my favorite person.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

new love.

I'm going to say something. Well, I'm going to type it. If you know me, brace yourself. These words have never come from my mouth, or out my fingers by strokes on the keyboard. I have never dreamed of this feeling, or anticipated this passion. Past teachers would rejoice at these words and wonder why it couldn't have happened sooner. Current teachers wish I would pay better attention in their class instead of to this new love-affair. I am so excited to announce.


I LOVE READING!


I cannot stop. I stay up late, I tune out the real world, I neglect my homework, I turn of the TV (big one right there), I make continual visits to the library. Who am I!? Well, Christy Ritchie is a reader, and in case you hadn't noticed, I am also a writer. What a life!


Reading, Writing, Refreshed,
Christy.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

My memories took me back here...

     When we arrived in Vietnam and I was amazed. This country is like no where I have ever been before. The first picture below is a prime example of the extreme contrast that lay at the base of this country. In the window you see designer clothes in a high fashion boutique, on the sidewalk are nice scooters parked directly next to antique bicycles and walking along the road, a modern women in linen clothing caring a basket on her head and groceries in the bags to her side. Never would I have expected to see these things all in such close proximity. The world is nothing like what I envisioned from my desk, in my comfortable room, with my electricity and my electronics. It's much more complex and far from comfortable.

     We all just want to understand each other. We want to know everything about how the other lives. Instead, all we get is a picture and many exchanged giggles. Laughter was our mode of communication this day, and it worked pretty well.
     I love this picture. In the midst of the chaos, this couple leisurely rides their bikes down the road the girl holding the hand of her partner, without a care in the world.
These are only a few of the everyday sights I saw in Vietman, but it is a remarkable country full of deep longing and many things I will never be able to comprehend.