THINKING OF THOUGHTS

Just got back from a visiting teaching appointment. Now I am home and I am pondering the exchange I just had with a lovely sister in my ward who must think I am so silly, but opens her home to me each month anyways.

I guess, I just feel like connecting with people is one of the most godlike things we do here on earth. And, I have met a lot of awesome people in my life.

Like, REALLY awesome. And, yes, I am using the word "awesome" in the awe-inspiring sense of the word.

And yes, that means YOU!

I really miss Chicago a lot. I also miss my mission in Ukraine, and my ole college BYU, and my home in California. But mostly I miss the PEOPLE. Each group was SO DIFFERENT. Can you imagine what California would be like if it were inhabited by Ukrainians? Haha. I try to imagine babushkas guarding the buildings and carts of kvas all around. But although everyone was so different, I had a great relationship with each one, even if it was for a short time.

I am just amazed to be where I am now, and to have been where I have been. My friends (who read this blog at least) I hope you know, I think of you so often. Every exchange we had, every conversation. I wrote in my journal about you, and was affected by your words and actions.

The weirdest thing is how I kept one of those friends and married him. Poor guy.

But it is pretty neat.

Arrrrghhhhh

So it's been awhile since I've posted anything. I am writing this now on my iPad, which does the job but its not as good as my desktop where I have my pictures and stuff. The problem is that I can't really work in our computer room because currently it is being occupied by our plants and our bikes and other stuff that used to be outside on our deck. They are re-sealing the edges in preparation for winter, and it has taken way longer than it was supposed to. Blasted apartment living. Oh well. First world problems.

So hopefully if they finish the work soon, I will be able to get back to post some new recipes I have been wanting to share, and maybe some pictures...


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