Last weekend, Caleb and I went on a ghost tour of the historic district of Huntsville. We had been before, but the tour is divided into different districts, so we got to have a different tour than we had before.


We don't really believe in ghosts, but being creeped out is always fun.  Caleb is a big history buff, so he appreciates the actual stories that go along with the "hauntings."  I just appreciate feeling like I'm on Ghost Hunters.
The guide was dressed up as a scary undertaker, adding another layer of creep to the proceedings.


The tour started at 6, so it was still daylight outside, making things more funny than scary.  Once it got dark, though, things got much creepier.  I'm fairly certain I saw a ghostly shape in the window of an abandoned house... but, as Caleb informed me, it was probably just a reflection in the glass.



If there's a ghost tour close to you, I highly recommend you take it! It's tons of creepy fun and you'll learn a lot about your city :)





Monday and Tuesday were my fall break, so we went on a trip to Gatlinburg, Tennessee with our church.  We stayed in a cabin with an incredible view, hiked (I'm still sore, it was pretty intense), and drank lots of coffee on the porch. It was a great couple days of worship and fellowship.





This was our view. It was amazing.  The mornings were the best; there would be a ton of fog in the valley (The "smokey" mountains, get it?) and the sun would rise over the mountains and burn it all off. It was beautiful.




The best part about the trip was definitely the fellowship and the worship.  Being surrounded by so much natural beauty is quite the reminder of how great God is and how blessed we are.









This was Chimney Tops.  The hike was 2 miles in and two out, and at least a mile and a half of it was steep uphill.  I'm still sore, and there were a few times I wanted to give up, but I'm so glad I didn't.  You felt like you were sitting on top of the world; the summit was this huge rock face on top of the mountain that looked over the valley.  It was incredible

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It finally happened.
For a year and some change, I have kept my iphone safe. This is because I knew that if something happened to it, I would freak, because that's what I do when things happen. Also, there wouldn't be much of a chance of me getting another one, because the retail value of these things is ridiculous.  Plus, my parents were one of the last bastions of thriftiness who saw no reason to be spending extra every month for me to have internet access whenever I pleased.  It was many a long year of being the only one of my friends with a flip-up keyboard and a separate camera before I joined the kingdom of smartphonedom.

It wasn't this bad. But it was close.


But on Thursday, all was lost.
We've needed to get Drano for the bathroom sink for a couple days (I know, we're gross, but we literally have one night free a week and going to the DG for cleaning supplies just didn't seem that important when it finally rolled around), and so there's a few inches of standing water in the bottom.  Because I am addicted, my phone was sitting on the side of the sink, and I bumped it when I went to wash my hands.

It slid in, I saw it go and yelled curses, got it out and dried it off.  Everything seemed fine, so I didn't worry about it.
Little did I know.
About an hour later, I tried to call Caleb.  I couldn't hear anything coming out of the phone, and Caleb told me after he got home that he couldn't hear me either.  Something was definitely wrong.
After seeking the advice of my FB friends, I threw that sucker in a bag of rice.  We are now waiting to see if it will recover from it's watery dunking.

I dealt with it better than I thought I would, actually.  It'll sound stupid, but I feel so strange without that form of communication.  Of course I had the computer, but not having a way to instantly communicate with someone is strange.  Freeing, a bit, but mostly strange.
The social media aspect was weird to be without, but I think it taught me a lesson.  My first instinct when I see something pretty is to take a picture of it for instagram.  I saw so many gorgeous things this weekend - changing leaves, antique dishes at a moving sale, some slammin' latte art - but there aren't any pictures of them.  I just have to remember them.  It somehow makes them more special to be private rather than shared with everyone.

We went out and had a great time with friends this weekend, and instead of checking my email and editing snapshots to post, I was just there, experiencing it without documenting it.  It was refreshing.

Don't get me wrong, I'm pretty anxious to get my phone back, but the break from the constant communication and technology was timely.  And probably needed.


Our apartment is tiny.
Like, the size of some people's bathrooms tiny.
But its enough for Caleb and Margo and I, and we've made it pretty homey, if I do say so myself.
Here's a few glimpses at what we've done with the place:


We use oil lamps that are hand-me-downs from Caleb's grandmother to help cut down on the electric bill. Pioneer chic. Also, Sarah made the initial shadowbox, she's a crafty one.





The banner says "I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine." I love that verse and the space above our bed was lonely, so I whipped up the pennant one afternoon.


Our sweet friend Amber made this shadowbox for us!

We probably won't live here terribly much longer, but I'm glad we've been able to decorate it and make it a home while we've been here.  I cant wait to have a house to decorate!







This morning I went out to coffee (at the same cafe where I work, because I roll with the employee discount hollaaaa) with two of my good friends, Chelsea and Ashley.  We've known each other since middle school and I am constantly amazed at how wise and loving (and hilarious) they are. It's fun to grow together and have people to talk to who are wading through the same time in their lives as you are.
That is a sausage and cheddar muffin and it will make your life complete.

We talked about a couple of rather heavy things today, and a few stood out as things that others may be dealing with, so I thought I'd write about them.


Changing churches: There comes a time for everyone where you have to go and look at different churches, because you grow up and change and what was good for you before (or, what was good for your parents) might not be what you need. Basically everything in your life changes when you reach college, and its an age group where something like 60% of people who used to go to church just... stop.  It's a difficult group to minister too, and lots of churches tend to neglect people in that area.
All three of us have changed churches in the last 3 years because we felt like it was time and we needed something a little different than what we were getting.  For the most part, its not a huge deal and people understand. However, one of us had the experience where people she had know her whole life stopped speaking to her after she stopped attending their church.
There's lots that can be said about that. Churches aren't clubs. They also shouldn't be in competition with other churches. Someone changing churches shouldn't be taken personally by members of the church that was left.  It's not meant to be a personal affront, its just that the individual felt that they were getting more from another church.
I also really have a problem with the "getting the numbers" mentality that seems to be in so many churches, which might be a factor in people being upset when someone leaves. As long as people are getting the true Word, I really don't think where it's happening should be an issue, and we should be rejoicing that people are coming to Christ rather than upset that it happened at another church. Numbers at a youth event don't matter if the people coming aren't being discipled after the fact.
Being 20something and single: I'm the first of my friends to tie the knot, but its something that we're all thinking about.  I have a beautiful friend who hasn't dated the whole time we've been in college because she doesn't want to waste her time with someone she can't see herself marrying.  And I think that is extremely commendable.  I don't think its worth risking hurt and bad decisions for a person that you are dating just because you want to be dating someone.
Here's the thing: when the time and the person is right, you will know. And it will happen when it's meant to happen. May sound hokey, but I firmly believe it.  God's timing and our timing rarely coincide.

I also ate a cupcake. Hate on me hater.








Caleb and I got engaged last August, and I couldn't stop flashing my ring around and gushing to whoever would listen about our engagement (the story of which I will write about soon, because it is precious.) I was back in school and in the midst of awkward new class introductions where they ask you to tell something interesting about yourself.  So of course, my interesting fact was always that I had just gotten engaged, and everyone (ok, the girls at least) would ooh and ahh over my ring.
When I had a meeting for the literary magazine that my school publishes, we had a similar "go around and introduce yourself" moment. Hello, my name is Hannah, I'm a junior English student and I'm engaged yay! 
My interesting fact was not so warmly received this time.
To be fair, it was only one guy.  A professor.  Rather than congratulating me, or even keeping his mouth shut and nodding curtly, this guy gave me the ol' creeper up-down and asked "How old are you?"
Unsure of where this was going, I answered. "Um... 21."
The professor snorted and rolled his eyes. "What a waste."
That was enough to quell my interest in helping to edit the literary digest (your loss, douchey prof, I'm a pretty awesome editor).  But that wasn't it.  I later heard that this professor proceeded to proclaim how stupid he thought I was for being engaged at 21 to a majority of his classes.
If that was the moral of this story, I would conclude it here by saying that tenure is a joke and all the schooling in the world can't teach people tact and class.
But that's not really what I'm talking about here.  I'm talking about someone's right to make very personal, intimate decisions about their life without seeking the approval - or having to deal with the unsolicited opinions or thinly veiled "advice" - of everyone and their cousin because of their age.
If this question had been asked and I had answered 16, this eye-rolling, sarcastic reaction would be understandable. 16 and 17 year olds feel really grown up because they can drive and dictate their own schedules, as well as work to support themselves (at least in some capacity), and these freedoms make them (all of us, at that age) feel like we're ready to make other huge decisions, like who we think we're going to be with forever.  This generally leads to a big high school heartbreak with some bad decisions made along the way.
However, by age 18 we're allowed to vote and given a voice in the fate of our country. Not only that, but we can make the decision to join the military and risk our lives for that country. By 21 we can buy alcohol, and may have or almost have a college degree.
Call me crazy, but at 21 I feel like we are pretty well equipped to make a decision like who we want to marry.  If that is our choice.  For lots of 21 year olds its not.  And that's cool too.  But this business of "21 is a time to be wild, sow wild oats, etc ect" is silly and a childish mode of thought.  Whether someone needs time to "be wild" is a judgment to be made by every individual, not something that can be ascribed to an entire age group.
Another argument I hear is that 21 years is not long enough to know who you are.
I feel like I've known who I was since I was 19.  If it took you longer, that's fine.  But don't tell me that I don't know who I am just because you didn't at my age.
I also hear "But there are so many fish in the sea!"
Fist of all, fish freak me out so this analogy does nothing for me. Secondly, yeah, there are lots of people out there.  But I think that when you meet the person that makes all other people pale in comparison, who fully accepts everything about you and about whom you can accept everything, someone that can laugh with you and cry with you when you need it and continually puts your needs above their own if you let them, who's needs you can put above your own without feeling put upon, and someone that you can be silent with as well as talk for hours, someone who makes you never look at anyone else the same way you look at them... why would the fact that there are other people in the world matter, when there is no one else like this person?
Caleb is that person for me.
And on the flip side, here are some more tangible, practical reasons to tie the knot now:
1. Residency: Currently I am considered an Alabama resident going to school in Tennessee, and therefore I've been working my butt off on a scholarship that waives my out-of-state tuition.  Once Caleb and I are married, I'll be a Tennessee resident, and the scholarship won't be an issue, so I can focus more on my job, my grades, and finishing my degree.
2. Tax breaks: Caleb will be going back to school after I graduate, and if we're married, he'll get lots more back on FAFSA.
3. Living arrangements: We won't be living together until after we get married, and consolidating our places into one with one rent will be much easier financially.
But the biggest reason is this: because we love each other, we know that we will be spending the rest of our lives together, and we would like that to begin as soon as possible.
If you don't agree with it, you don't have to come :) You also don't have to tell me your opinion. Because frankly, I don't give a flying fart.  Shocker, I know.