Live and love the way you know how.

Today, I found a store that I believe is an intelligent idea and a way of the future. This place is called Argos. You go in, look through a catalog for the items you want. If they are available then you push in the catalog numbers and your purchases come out of a conveyer belt right in to your hot little hand. Dirt cheap prices and very time efficient. Blew my mind away.

I am in love with this city! I'm already picking up the accent, walking around like I know the place, and wearing lots of black and vintage clothing. I'm almost calling it home. And then I remember that I am spending a rediculous amount of money to be here, and will be returning to a hole in my pocket and a not so happy bank account. Aka, not so happy Sara. Maybe I'll get signed or fall in love...a girl can dream, can't she?

My life always seems slightly changed after I see a broadway show. Tonight I had the pleasure of experiencing La Cage Aux Folles. Even as a dancer I've never seen men with such amazing legs in my life, who wear them better than 50 percent of women. The stage was barely large enough to contain those lean and long ligaments. I was like, "Wowzers, put those down before you do damage!" For real, you should have seen their tilts...past 180 degrees and in heels. Most amazing chorus I've ever seen and the most beautiful lesson I've learned from watching a story about homosexuality: live and love the way you know how. I actually shed a tear. Perhaps because I have so many gay friends who struggle with, "I am what I am", or maybe because I got a deeper look in to many of my friends' lifestyles and felt something special for them, but mostly because it made me terribly depressed about my romance less life. Men are having deep love relationships with each other that are just as meaningful, fulfilling, and abundant as traditional men-women relationships are, and here I am, straight and single. I guess I've hidden my desire to be wanted and loved for a long time, and well might I add. I guess it's my own fault.

As a Christian, I have learned that sin is sin. It is black and there are no shades of this color. But when it comes to homosexuality, many people treat it as if it is one of the worst sins one could commit. My question is this: if sin is sin, then isn't love, love? Is the polar opposite of the worst sin in the world a love that is divine, or for some of us a lasting romance called marriage? And if we treated our most important love as the complete opposite of what we perceived to be the most heinous of sins, could we truly know a love unlike any other? I guess what I'm trying to say is that love should have no boundaries. How you give and receive love should not look different from person to person. There is a flaw in our present view of homosexuality. I'm not going to say whether it is right or wrong, or if we should accept it or deny it. But I will say that if we do not understand love, then we cannot understand anything else. And if we don't understand anything else, we cannot know what it is like to grow closer to God, and love more like Christ. If we keep thinking that there really are levels of sin, I believe we will never know what it is like to have a personal, divine romance. God calls us to love one another as He did and his heart did not choose one soul over another. I also believe that if we do not learn to love ourselves, we can never receive love that is unconditional, and complete. I know, I need to take my own advice (I told you I'd let you further in). Sin has limits, but love should not. It's never wrong to choose to love. The British seem to be more accepting and laid back about sexual orientation, and I've witnessed rapports of undefining, requited, and free love, in the few days I've been here.

Thanks for reading my little rant. It's ok if you disagree or don't understand. Just remember that being homosexual isn't the end of the world, just like marriage isn't it either, so don't treat it as such. :)

Five hours of nap time. I get to jump on the tube at 7AM to visit my school for the first time tomorrow. An hour and ten minutes commute each way, on a good day. Welcome to my life.