“I am not the same having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world.”
~Mary Anne Radmacher
I met Mia in 2001 when we were studying at the Richmond American International University in London. Not long after we arrived in Kensington, some school staff members showed up in our classrooms and excused all of the American students.
Two planes had just crashed into the World Trade Center.
We were told to keep a low profile that month, and several students decided to head back to the States as soon as the airspace reopened, but Mia and I started making plans; plans to see the world. Our parents were less than thrilled, even after we promised to pose as students from Sweden, but we left London anyway.
Rome. Florence. Venice. Pisa. The French Riviera. Barcelona. All in the name of living. We were admittedly pretty sick of each other by the end of it, but we had done it. We had been fearless. We had been friends.
Once stateside, life flung us out of touch for nearly a decade before we reconnected on Facebook. Then (and this is still so crazy to me) I moved to Vegas where Mia was already living just 15 minutes down the road.
Earlier this week, Mia gave me an opportunity I couldn’t pass up: a chance to throw on my Shootsac and see if I still remember how to use my camera. I’ll post the details here soon, but for now I just wanted to introduce you to her and say how cool it’s been to experience God using someone from such a special part of my past to completely make my today. To think that God knew when I was taking pictures of Mia in Europe that ten years later she’d be in front of my camera in Vegas is…just. so. crazy.
Bloggy friends, meet Mia: