I can’t remember if I was 9 or 10 years old, but I was baptized Catholic around the same time I stopped believing in God. Ever since I can remember I have never liked churches nor stepping inside them. I’ve always found the white walls, brown pews, and high ceilings cold and uninviting. While the stained glass windows were pretty to look at I just never felt like it was for me, and for most of my life I was an agnostic. Sometimes people would say, “oh, you’re an atheist.” And I would reply, “No, I’m agnostic. I believe there is something out there, just not God.” It gets kind of tiring after a while, but I think it was a good place to be for a long time.
It’s time for my two-week update. For the most part my days have blurred together as I have no semblance of what day it is unless I see a post for Himalaya Toastmaster in Chengdu, which is every Saturday. I suppose this is a very good thing! Read More
I’ve been in Zoige for 2 weeks now and it feels like it has been short and long. My stay here seems short, but I feel as though my life in Chengdu is so far away.