What’s up guys?!

I hope each and every one of you had a good weekend and has had an amazing week so far! I had a great weekend and that’s actually what I want to talk about today.

So this last weekend was so great because it was parents weekend, which means that the parents of Biola students are invited to come check out the school, go to a few events, and primarily hang out with their kid who they haven’t seen in, well, who knows how long. My parents flew in all the way from Fort Worth, Texas this last Wednesday night and stayed until Sunday afternoon. I had an incredible time with them on their visit. It was a great chance to just hang out and spend quality time with each other, all together as a family for the first time since they dropped me off at the start of the school year. I took my family on a small tour of the campus, because my sister, who is a junior in high school, hadn’t seen Biola before. Also, we went to the wonderful, bulk-sized land of Costco where I stocked up on all the college snack necessities. On Saturday, we drove up to Venice beach, went to a coffee shop for breakfast, and walked up and down the boardwalk. Despite the fact that I basically woke up at the crack of dawn (8 a.m.), it was a super relaxing and special day with my family.

All in all, my weekend with my family was amazing and it was so much fun to see them again. Their visit, though, made me think about some stuff that I hadn’t really thought about before. Even though I really miss my family, it’s been incredible to see how I’ve found new families out here at Biola. For example, I work as a Student Ambassador (this blog is a part of the ambassador job), so we call our group of coworkers the “Ambassa-fam”:


I’m also part of a mission trip team of six guys that I would consider my family as well:


Then there are my closest group of friends that I know I can go to for anything. I don’t have a picture with the whole squad, but these are a few of my close friends:



I mentioned before in my first post called “College Nerves” that I’ve lived in four countries and four different states. In high school, I attended a different school each year. The more I moved, the better I got at making friends, but, as I’m sure you can imagine, most of those friendships weren’t extremely deep. And to be fair, it’s hard to become life-long friends with someone when you barely spend a year getting to know them. I definitely made a handful of friends who I know that I can go to for anything, but there wasn’t necessarily an abundance of people who I grew extremely close to. All that to say, my experience in these first few months at Biola has been on the opposite side of that spectrum. I can’t speak for all college experiences, but I do know for certain that at Biola, you will find people who will become your family. One of the biggest reasons I chose Biola was that I felt, even from my first visit, that the Biola community was just one big family. Before I even attended the school, I knew deep down that I would find a community that I would cherish for the rest of my life. And I am so eternally grateful that my gut feeling was right. I could go up to almost anyone on campus and strike up a conversation with them, and, if they had time to talk, it would probably turn into a really, really good conversation. There is a unifying factor on our campus, and that factor is Jesus. I’ve learned that most people at Biola are really engaged in their faith. I’ve been blown away by the amount of incredibly solid, mature, and wise people that I’ve met.

So, even though my parents and sister left to go back to Texas a few days ago, I know that the rest of my family is staying here to do life with me. As cliché as it may sound, through all my travels and through all my moves, I know for a fact that home truly is where the heart is, and my heart is at Biola.

Like always, if you have any questions, let me know!!