Today the interns of Arizona Chemical got to climb the (alleged) tallest Crude Tall Oil Distillation Tower in the world! It's called T-4 and has an excellent view of Savannah. Plus, we got a great leg work-out climbing up and down all of those stairs!
So glad to have gotten to share the intern experience at Arizona Chemical with these guys! It's been an amazing summer :)
"...They (believers in Christ) agreed that they were foreigners and NOMADS here on earth. Obviously people who say such things are looking forward to a country they can call their own....they were looking for a better place, a heavenly homeland. That is why GOD is not ashamed to be called their GOD, for HE has prepared a city for them." Hebrews 11:13b-16
Showing posts with label savannah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label savannah. Show all posts
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
You know you live in Savannah if...
#1 - You get stuck behind a horse-drawn carriage every time you try to drive into downtown.
#2 - One of the most popular destinations is the local cemetery, and people walk around every evening on twilight ghost tours.
#3 - You wake up to the sound of explosions and fanfare (thanks, Hunter Army Airfield...it's a pleasant enough sound at 6:30 in the morning...)
#4 - There are more indie coffee shops than Starbucks's...and there are a lot of Starbucks's, so that's saying a lot.
#5 - Everyone has tattoos...well, except for me, so maybe I should say almost everyone.
#6 - You have a love/hate relationship with free street parking.
#7 - Just saying "Foxy Loxy" evokes sighs of longing from every coffee-lover in site.

#8 - A walk in the park may involve running into drum circles, tropical birds, and college students dressed as genies.
#9 - Your long-distance friends mention having thunderstorms and you know that they ain't got nothin' on a Savannah monsoon.
#10 - If your brain correlates pink houses with delicious cuisine.
#11 - You have mistaken piles of Spanish moss on the road for small animals and have almost caused an accident...*raises hand*
#12 - Paula Deen is the local butter-bakin' celebrity.
#13 - The local baseball team is named after the very-annoying local pests...and the mascot has fangs!
#14 - Almost everything is named after the founder of Georgia, James Oglethorpe. There's an Oglethorpe Square, Oglethorpe Mall, Oglethorpe Road, and an Oglethorpe House, to name only a few.
Please leave comments below with your additions to the list! Remember to "Follow My Adventure" by putting your email in the box at the top right of my blog :D
#2 - One of the most popular destinations is the local cemetery, and people walk around every evening on twilight ghost tours.
#3 - You wake up to the sound of explosions and fanfare (thanks, Hunter Army Airfield...it's a pleasant enough sound at 6:30 in the morning...)
#4 - There are more indie coffee shops than Starbucks's...and there are a lot of Starbucks's, so that's saying a lot.
#5 - Everyone has tattoos...well, except for me, so maybe I should say almost everyone.
#6 - You have a love/hate relationship with free street parking.
#7 - Just saying "Foxy Loxy" evokes sighs of longing from every coffee-lover in site.

#8 - A walk in the park may involve running into drum circles, tropical birds, and college students dressed as genies.
#9 - Your long-distance friends mention having thunderstorms and you know that they ain't got nothin' on a Savannah monsoon.
#10 - If your brain correlates pink houses with delicious cuisine.
#11 - You have mistaken piles of Spanish moss on the road for small animals and have almost caused an accident...*raises hand*
#12 - Paula Deen is the local butter-bakin' celebrity.
#13 - The local baseball team is named after the very-annoying local pests...and the mascot has fangs!
| Gnate the Sand Gnat! |
Please leave comments below with your additions to the list! Remember to "Follow My Adventure" by putting your email in the box at the top right of my blog :D
Saturday, July 19, 2014
A Morning Sketch of {Forsyth Park}
The peaceful sound of a trickling fountain gives the deafening command to stop and take a deep breath. To sit among so many trees and flowers in the midst of a bustling city is a much-welcomed homecoming from nature. The birds whistle their greetings, the wealth of fresh air rushes through me in healthful bounds, and I feel as though time really may have just stood still.
Not to say that there aren't enough people around to remind me that I am still in a metropolis. I've already heard at least a few unfamiliar languages being spoken by families to their babes as they take them on their morning strolls. Even now in the quiet corner that I have claimed, chattering passersby intervene and break up the silence. The squeaking sounds of swings come and go; children traveling to paradise and back in the length of a breath.
Walking through the market, I meet with a buzz of people with their children and pups, all crunchy with their Chaco's and beards and ink. The spice and warmth of basil coming from a nearby basket makes the open atmosphere feel as cozy and quaint as your best friend's kitchen. The farmers restock their tables: tomatoes, zucchini, carrots, cabbage. A hundred salads just waiting to reach their final destiny.
The outskirts of the commons are bordered by soaring columns, ornamental doors, vast windows of wavy glass. Houses that seem as though they should be waving the flags of some distant European nation instead of our red, white, and blue. Some stand seemingly empty, mostly forgotten. I wonder if they daydream of their past lives and hope for a new future, full of laughs and grand parties and quiet mornings steeped in coffee and crackling fires. Others still have a breath of life in them even now, strung with faery lights and colorful banners. Stray chairs sit around deserted, speaking of a recent gathering of kindred spirits.
The make-believe chattering of children can be heard on the wind. They run and skip, tossing little selfish quarrels and solving disputes in an innocent, democratic fashion. I wonder how many will remember these days, many years from now, and how many will let them slip into the cloudy, happy oblivion called childhood.
The purples, unearthly pinks, and reds of flowers send a rainbow over the green backdrop. A whisper from GOD, a poem from the Creator through HIS creation. A voice that commands a stillness, a pondering, a breath. A hope through the calm, a relief from the chaos, a song of future melodies.
Not to say that there aren't enough people around to remind me that I am still in a metropolis. I've already heard at least a few unfamiliar languages being spoken by families to their babes as they take them on their morning strolls. Even now in the quiet corner that I have claimed, chattering passersby intervene and break up the silence. The squeaking sounds of swings come and go; children traveling to paradise and back in the length of a breath.
Walking through the market, I meet with a buzz of people with their children and pups, all crunchy with their Chaco's and beards and ink. The spice and warmth of basil coming from a nearby basket makes the open atmosphere feel as cozy and quaint as your best friend's kitchen. The farmers restock their tables: tomatoes, zucchini, carrots, cabbage. A hundred salads just waiting to reach their final destiny.
The outskirts of the commons are bordered by soaring columns, ornamental doors, vast windows of wavy glass. Houses that seem as though they should be waving the flags of some distant European nation instead of our red, white, and blue. Some stand seemingly empty, mostly forgotten. I wonder if they daydream of their past lives and hope for a new future, full of laughs and grand parties and quiet mornings steeped in coffee and crackling fires. Others still have a breath of life in them even now, strung with faery lights and colorful banners. Stray chairs sit around deserted, speaking of a recent gathering of kindred spirits.
The make-believe chattering of children can be heard on the wind. They run and skip, tossing little selfish quarrels and solving disputes in an innocent, democratic fashion. I wonder how many will remember these days, many years from now, and how many will let them slip into the cloudy, happy oblivion called childhood.
The purples, unearthly pinks, and reds of flowers send a rainbow over the green backdrop. A whisper from GOD, a poem from the Creator through HIS creation. A voice that commands a stillness, a pondering, a breath. A hope through the calm, a relief from the chaos, a song of future melodies.
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Saturday, June 28, 2014
An Afternoon Sketch of {Foxy Loxy}
I'm sitting in a padded, leather armchair at the head of a farm table, mismatched chairs and benches surrounding it. Like a queen with a missing court. The building next door is so close, I could reach out the window and touch it, faded white paint and old panes of glass.
The wall at the top of the stairs is covered in maps and random cut-outs, all pasted over each other like decoupage. I would stand and stare at the wall, trying to find a method to the beautiful madness, but I'm worried that such an action would put a crack in the perfect atmosphere. I shouldn't try to figure out something that so obviously isn't meant to be understood.
I want a wall like this one day.
My in-house iced latte was handed to me in a large, fat, perfectly unblemished jar. I grabbed a straw, but quickly knew that I shouldn't use it. There's just something about cold glass, wet droplets of condensation running onto the dark wooden table.
People sit in the chairs, mostly in pairs, many leaning in companionable silence over a common slice of cake. Two girls sit on low stools under a canopy covered in empty coffee bean sacks. Their table is a weathered, green travel trunk.
Two lovebirds stand on the outdoor porch. The girl has let her hair down, and they gaze at the passing traffic with their arms around each other. Such innocent affection, enjoyed in the best way.
I've only just noticed the rock music. It plays and fills the air space. Anyone would tell you later that the playlist was perfectly chosen, although none of them would be able to tell you what it had been.
That is because the real music comes from the whispered conversations and confidences, not meaningless gossip but real talk of life. Because the atmosphere here calls for depth. Depth of reality, depth of friendship. Depth of life.
I wrote this in one of my notebooks while at Foxy Loxy today. It's one of the only ways I have found to really remember a moment, or a set of moments.
If you are in Savannah, I greatly encourage you to stop by and enjoy this place. I've spent hours such as this one reading books in this quiet house. Don't forget to wander up the stairs.
The wall at the top of the stairs is covered in maps and random cut-outs, all pasted over each other like decoupage. I would stand and stare at the wall, trying to find a method to the beautiful madness, but I'm worried that such an action would put a crack in the perfect atmosphere. I shouldn't try to figure out something that so obviously isn't meant to be understood.
I want a wall like this one day.
My in-house iced latte was handed to me in a large, fat, perfectly unblemished jar. I grabbed a straw, but quickly knew that I shouldn't use it. There's just something about cold glass, wet droplets of condensation running onto the dark wooden table.
People sit in the chairs, mostly in pairs, many leaning in companionable silence over a common slice of cake. Two girls sit on low stools under a canopy covered in empty coffee bean sacks. Their table is a weathered, green travel trunk.
Two lovebirds stand on the outdoor porch. The girl has let her hair down, and they gaze at the passing traffic with their arms around each other. Such innocent affection, enjoyed in the best way.
I've only just noticed the rock music. It plays and fills the air space. Anyone would tell you later that the playlist was perfectly chosen, although none of them would be able to tell you what it had been.
That is because the real music comes from the whispered conversations and confidences, not meaningless gossip but real talk of life. Because the atmosphere here calls for depth. Depth of reality, depth of friendship. Depth of life.
I wrote this in one of my notebooks while at Foxy Loxy today. It's one of the only ways I have found to really remember a moment, or a set of moments.
If you are in Savannah, I greatly encourage you to stop by and enjoy this place. I've spent hours such as this one reading books in this quiet house. Don't forget to wander up the stairs.
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Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Week 1 of Savannah!
It was nice to spend Mother's Day with Mom in Savannah. She also rode in the car with me on the way down...we talked so much that we did actually miss one of our turns (and there are only like 4 turns the entire way there...). That night, we found a great, local seafood place on the water! Pearls Saltwater Grille was delicious.
Monday, I started my internship at Arizona Chemical. I am working in technical service in the area of adhesives (I've always loved stickers, lol). No, but really, I get to make tape! It's a lot harder and time-consuming than it sounds, but we get to develop and test different mixes to make better tape for our clients. Pretty neat. Monday night I found the mall (pretty essential task for week 1) and thank God it has a Barnes & Noble! I love me some good books!
Tuesday was the first day that I got to do hands-on work in the lab! I was able to pH adjust a polymer sample and run particle size and % solid analysis. Our amazing HR and S&T manager took us out to Tequila Town for an entry luncheon and the Mexican food was sooo yummy. I also went to Latechurch's CollegeAge group that evening!
Wednesday, got to work more in the lab. My mentor is super awesome and has done a great job of showing me how to use the equipment. I am able to run some of the tests now with minimal supervision, and I learned how to test the viscosity and how to find the acid value, softening number, and color of the resins. Some of the resin samples look like honey...I really love honey...but I keep telling myself, they won't taste like honey! LOL :)
Friday night was the BOMB! Tybee Island has an annual Beach Bum Parade, which is a mega water gun fight!
On Saturday, I woke up at 6:15am to my alarm clock. What would entice me to wake up this early on a weekend? The Girls on the Run Celebration 5K, of course! Before the race, we danced to the Cupid Shuffle and the Wobble with all the middle school girls, and then we ran :)
We even got massages after the race (yep, now you're getting jealous!). It was a blast.
Stay tuned for the adventures of Week 2! Thanks for reading, and make sure you comment below if you have suggestions for more fun things to do in Savannah!
A NOMAD's survival pack:
So, from all this traveling, I've found that there are some items that come in handy, no matter where I live. Here's a few...
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| Emma is lovin' some she crab soup at Pearls Saltwater Grille. |
Monday, I started my internship at Arizona Chemical. I am working in technical service in the area of adhesives (I've always loved stickers, lol). No, but really, I get to make tape! It's a lot harder and time-consuming than it sounds, but we get to develop and test different mixes to make better tape for our clients. Pretty neat. Monday night I found the mall (pretty essential task for week 1) and thank God it has a Barnes & Noble! I love me some good books!
Tuesday was the first day that I got to do hands-on work in the lab! I was able to pH adjust a polymer sample and run particle size and % solid analysis. Our amazing HR and S&T manager took us out to Tequila Town for an entry luncheon and the Mexican food was sooo yummy. I also went to Latechurch's CollegeAge group that evening!
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| At The Corner (where Latechurch has their evening group meetings and hang-outs), they even have a huge Connect 4! |
Friday night was the BOMB! Tybee Island has an annual Beach Bum Parade, which is a mega water gun fight!
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| Madeline and I were prepared for battle! We still got completely drenched every time we attempted to cross the street... |
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| Love going on adventures with my fellow interns! Maeve and Madeline are the best :) :) |
Stay tuned for the adventures of Week 2! Thanks for reading, and make sure you comment below if you have suggestions for more fun things to do in Savannah!
A NOMAD's survival pack:
So, from all this traveling, I've found that there are some items that come in handy, no matter where I live. Here's a few...
- Yogi Bedtime tea. This tea puts me sound to sleep. The cute little tea tags have nice sayings and quotes on them...just like fortune cookies! Or Dove chocolates! I have fond memories of drinking Bedtime tea while hanging out with my DC roomies in our comfy kitchen, as well as drinking it while looking at the Istanbul skyline from my balcony, even when the air was freezing cold and I would stand shivering as I looked out at the Bosphorus Bridge. When I'm at home with my family, a cup is always in my hands as I sit in the evenings with my Mom. And, my habits have continued in Savannah, where I end my nights curled up with a good book and my favorite tea.
- Fingernail clippers. These are so handy! I always forget scissors, and fingernail clippers are amazing for cutting annoying packaging and even tags off of new t-shirts.
- Thumbtacks. So perfect for hanging banners and posters to brighten any room. Plus, they are multipurpose! I've used a thumbtack to poke new holes in a belt, and you even can use them when boiling eggs in order to poke the hole in the end of the egg.
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
~ Goals for Summer 2014 in Savannah ~
1. Meet people. Make life-long friends.
2. Go swim at Tybee Island.
3. Run a 5K Race with the Savannah locals.
4. Eat a meal with friends at the Pirate's House Restaurant.
5. Find a church home in Savannah.
6. Find the perfect coffee spot.
7. Start an herb garden in my window.
8. Visit the Andrew Lowe home.
9. Finish a Turkish language course.
10. Eat a praline on River Street.
11. Make something crafty.
12. Listen to live music.
13. Cook a yummy meal.
2. Go swim at Tybee Island.
3. Run a 5K Race with the Savannah locals.
4. Eat a meal with friends at the Pirate's House Restaurant.
5. Find a church home in Savannah.
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| LateChurch on Abercorn Street, Downtown Savannah. Awesome place to worship and study God's Word! |
6. Find the perfect coffee spot.
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| Foxy Loxy on Bull Street |
7. Start an herb garden in my window.
8. Visit the Andrew Lowe home.
9. Finish a Turkish language course.
10. Eat a praline on River Street.
11. Make something crafty.
12. Listen to live music.
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| Tommy Strong Benefit Concert at Forsyth Park |
13. Cook a yummy meal.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
From Atlanta, to DC, to Istanbul, to...
My year of being 21 was such an amazing and blessed year!
I went from Atlanta, to Washington DC, to Istanbul, and back again (make sure you check my past posts if you missed hearing about those adventures).
I stepped back into GT life as soon as I arrived back in Atlanta this January, and I've been enjoying my last semester of university. May 3rd is a big day, as I walk across the stage to receive my B.S. in chemistry!!!
I am pleased to announce that I can finally answer that question that everyone keeps asking me..."What are you doing after graduation?" In February, I was able to interview for a summer internship position at Arizona Chemical. On the day I turned 22, I got the call as I was driving to celebrate with my family - I got the internship!!! What an awesome birthday present, y'all! I will be working in a laboratory at Arizona Chemical, which is a really awesome company focused on sustainability. This will be a job that will greatly enhance my skills as a chemist, and I'm excited to work in an industrial setting. An amazing perk of the job is its location (*drumroll, please*)....Savannah, GA! The next stop for this nomad is right by the beach and in a beautiful historic city, which I am pretty happy about. Since I will have 3 months in Savannah, I'm looking forward to experiencing what the city has to offer - which means that I need a new bucket list :) Anyone want to help me out? What should I do in Savannah? On another note, if anyone has recommendations for churches I should go to in Savannah, let me know! Comment below :)
*If you are on Instagram, go follow @faithful_nomad and @k_rover_explores_the_world! I post funny stuff from day-to-day life that you won't want to miss :)
Thanks for reading The Faithful Nomad!
I went from Atlanta, to Washington DC, to Istanbul, and back again (make sure you check my past posts if you missed hearing about those adventures).
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| Ankara, Turkey - Ataturk's Mausoleum |
I am pleased to announce that I can finally answer that question that everyone keeps asking me..."What are you doing after graduation?" In February, I was able to interview for a summer internship position at Arizona Chemical. On the day I turned 22, I got the call as I was driving to celebrate with my family - I got the internship!!! What an awesome birthday present, y'all! I will be working in a laboratory at Arizona Chemical, which is a really awesome company focused on sustainability. This will be a job that will greatly enhance my skills as a chemist, and I'm excited to work in an industrial setting. An amazing perk of the job is its location (*drumroll, please*)....Savannah, GA! The next stop for this nomad is right by the beach and in a beautiful historic city, which I am pretty happy about. Since I will have 3 months in Savannah, I'm looking forward to experiencing what the city has to offer - which means that I need a new bucket list :) Anyone want to help me out? What should I do in Savannah? On another note, if anyone has recommendations for churches I should go to in Savannah, let me know! Comment below :)
*If you are on Instagram, go follow @faithful_nomad and @k_rover_explores_the_world! I post funny stuff from day-to-day life that you won't want to miss :)
Thanks for reading The Faithful Nomad!
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