"Noah, not every disease is an airborne disease."
"If I cough in your mouth, you will get a disease."
-Emma, then Noah
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
"I left home, a long long time ago, in a tin can for the road, with a suitcase and some songs..."
On our way back to Iowa, we passed these outlets that we stopped at last year. We stopped there because one of Noah's shoes caught on fire at the farm and he did not have one single alternate pair.
So we got some extra shoes, but I remember last year when I was standing in that parking lot I was having a text-message conversation with an old friend (who had gotten mixed up in a past one of my crazy Liz Lemon schemes! No, I am the protagonist!) and how he asked me if I was happy, and at the end of the day I thought, I don't really know. And of all the people, he told me I should move to Iowa.
And then God provided me with a test-run summer to live out here, and I ended up loving it even more than I possibly thought I could.
So now comes....I guess a year of prayer. Although, when I was walking around Chicago for six hours, I realized all the things I love about SLC, and how even though it is a whole different country from the United States, Utah still seems to have more culture than Iowa, even if it is much less educated.
I miss the church body in SLC, but the good thing is that the church body is everywhere.
Still. I am very, very excited and terrified to go back and to try to get up each day and pretend I know what I'm doing, or what I used to do. I remember pho. I remember Este. I remember my close friends and laughing over wine and board games, watching zombie shows, waking up in my bank clothes at their houses, and riding in cars through blizzards and listening to Weezer with them.
I am so full of happy.
"How these days grow long, and I'm on my way back home, it's been hard to be away. How I miss you and I just want to kiss you, and I'm going to love you til my dying day." -Brandi Carlile
On our way back to Iowa, we passed these outlets that we stopped at last year. We stopped there because one of Noah's shoes caught on fire at the farm and he did not have one single alternate pair.
So we got some extra shoes, but I remember last year when I was standing in that parking lot I was having a text-message conversation with an old friend (who had gotten mixed up in a past one of my crazy Liz Lemon schemes! No, I am the protagonist!) and how he asked me if I was happy, and at the end of the day I thought, I don't really know. And of all the people, he told me I should move to Iowa.
And then God provided me with a test-run summer to live out here, and I ended up loving it even more than I possibly thought I could.
So now comes....I guess a year of prayer. Although, when I was walking around Chicago for six hours, I realized all the things I love about SLC, and how even though it is a whole different country from the United States, Utah still seems to have more culture than Iowa, even if it is much less educated.
I miss the church body in SLC, but the good thing is that the church body is everywhere.
Still. I am very, very excited and terrified to go back and to try to get up each day and pretend I know what I'm doing, or what I used to do. I remember pho. I remember Este. I remember my close friends and laughing over wine and board games, watching zombie shows, waking up in my bank clothes at their houses, and riding in cars through blizzards and listening to Weezer with them.
I am so full of happy.
"How these days grow long, and I'm on my way back home, it's been hard to be away. How I miss you and I just want to kiss you, and I'm going to love you til my dying day." -Brandi Carlile
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