Catching up...

Hello again. Crazy how long it's been.

I'm sad to admit that I never reccorded the last week of traveling for my blog. It was too hard, to be honest. I couldn't write as I said goodbye. So...here are some pictures. I hope they load. If they don't, there's a link below to photobucket.com and all the pics are on that site. They're out of order, but they're visuals for you nonetheless.

I got back to Chicago to see my dad waiting for me with flowers and a hug. It was the best thing I could have asked for. I needed him there. I needed him. He was with me for a few hours and some American food and coffee and then he headed back to Iowa to go to work in the morning. What a stud.

The next morning I got on the bus for RA retreat. I was hoping for a sigh of relief. False. Training, not so much retreating. With seventy other people and culture shock and intestinal worms. It was an adventure in and of itself.

Student move in and the first week of classes went well though horribly busy. I realized that week that the finnish line I had in mind for the end of the Namibia marathon was an illusion. It was the starting line of the Moody marathon. I keep on truckin'...

BUT...I'm home now. I'm cutting today and tomorrow's classes (and no, I don't feel bad about it. Haahaa.) and I'm staying through Monday night. I'm hiding in my house with my family. We're doing "fall things". Wilson's Apple Orchard, parks with the little one's, coffee on the deck with the daddy, football in the backyard, and lots of hugs and kisses. This is my sigh. I finally feel like I'm breathing again. And it's wonderful.