Yes, I am a couple days late on the Christmas greetings, but better late than never, right? We had Christmas Eve Day off from work, so I baked cookies for my neighbors, cleaned the front sitting room, and did laundry before going to the Christmas Eve candlelight service at the base chapel. The service was beautiful, and I saw a lot of people I knew - even the wing commander was there with his family.
Christmas Day was wonderfully busy. Jose and Janice invited everyone over for dinner at 3pm, so my family and I planned to have "Christmas morning" over Skype at 1pm my time (8am their time). I woke up early and finished putting my new futon together, baked 5 dozen pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and whipped up a sweet potato casserole.
This was the first year I was not with my family for Christmas, which was sad, but through the wonders of modern technology, we were still able to watch each other open gifts via Skype video feed under Christmas trees on different continents. Thankfully, both my package of gifts for them and their package of gifts for me arrived in time for the big day. It was fun to watch them open the gifts I sent - even Oreo the cat got one!
Christmas was the occasion of so many of my favorite family memories growing up. For most of my childhood, it was spent in PA with grandparents and cousins. My sister Lisa and I always shared a bedroom, and this was even more fun when we got to sleep in the semi-finished basement of my mom's parents' house. There was a storage area full of games, including a pinball machine I played for hours. Lisa and I hosted dances for our Barbies, where Barbies and Kens swayed to Disney songs played over and over on a cassette player. We slept on cots in the basement, and of course I thought it was hilarious to rig Lisa's so that it would collapse when she sat on it. On Christmas morning, I would wake up early and then wake up Lisa, so we could anxiously wait together for the seconds, minutes, and sometimes hours to drag by until 8am when we were allowed to go upstairs and look at the tree.
Christmas afternoon and dinner was always at my dad's parents' house, where all of our cousins stayed. With six girls, Barbies were a constant presence, and Amy always made up the best stories for us to play with them. It's fun to think back on how the gifts, games, and interests changed as we grew up. One thing that never changed was sitting at the "kids' table" in the kitchen for dinner... Melanie was the only one of us who ever graduated to the adult table in the dining room. I think after that it just made sense space-wise to keep the other 5 of us in the kitchen, no matter how old we were. :) Then there was black forest cake (which all the kids thought was gross) for Grandpa's Dec 25th birthday, and so many different flavors of ice cream that I got to play waitress and write down what everyone wanted on a notepad. So many good times, I could go on and on down Memory Lane when it comes to Christmas.
This year, Christmas was at Jose and Janice's with my weather flight "family". The food was amazing, thanks to everyone bringing their specialties. We had great times and lots of laughter with each other and the kids. It was our last get-together before Kim deploys tomorrow, and one of the last before Robin/Bobby and Greg PCS in January, so no one was really in a hurry to leave. We played games, watched movies, played with the kids, watched football, etc. until almost midnight.
This week is going to be crazy at work with one of our fighter squadrons headed out the door for a deployment. I'm briefing a predeparture brief tomorrow morning, then departure briefs at un-Godly hours of the morning (really more like the middle of the night) on two other days this week, so I may be on a mids-type schedule. Nobody's really talked about New Year's Eve, but I am sure there will be a gathering somewhere. Looking forward to Penn State vs. LSU in the Capital One Bowl!
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
SNOW!!!
When I woke up this morning, there was approximately 3" of snow on the ground... as I write this, it has just stopped snowing for the third time... and I'm up to almost 5" accumulation!!! Woohoo! I LOVE snow. Always have, probably always will. My earliest memories of snow are mostly from Christmases at my grandparents' houses in PA, since coastal VA rarely gets a good blanketing. However, on the rare occasion that we did get snow at home, we definitely took advantage of it... I remember building quite a few snowmen in the yard with my sister, and sledding at Bunny Hill with a line of parents at the bottom catching kids who might fly too far and land in the river. Sledding in PA was an adventure as well... when my cousins and I flew down the hills of Dickinson Law School campus, there were sometimes less people on the sled or tube at the bottom than there were at the top. :)
And of course, 4.5 years at Penn State added plenty of wonderful snow memories. Freshman year, it snowed on Halloween, the earliest I had ever seen snow in my life. I remember dancing around outside with a friend from Georgia who was just as excited. Snow at Penn State brought so many fun things. There were snowball fights in BDUs with the AFROTC crowd, and band practices with no hope of seeing the yard lines on the field. Snowmen dotted the quads of every dorm area. I played snow football the first time it snowed almost two feet, and experienced the wonder of being tackled into a sea of white powder. There were several tailgates and football games in the snow, skiing and snow tubing at Mount Tussey... I could go on and on.
So yesterday was the beginning of my snow memories in England. We made a bet in our office a few weeks ago about when the first snow would be observed at Lakenheath, plus or minus one day. In technical terms, snow had to be encoded as the type of precipitation in the official RAF Lakenheath weather observation for it to count. Most people picked a day in January; I picked Christmas (for fun), and Greg picked December 18th. Go figure. Haha. Now we all owe him a Coke, but I'm not too disappointed because I am so excited to see the snow!
I was actually working the desk in the weather station when the snow started yesterday, and boy did things get crazy fast. Visibility dropped to 1/2 mile, winds gusted up to 35kts 3 hours before we were expecting them, the SOF was calling trying to recover jets that had taken off, the phone was ringing off the hook... lucky for me Greg was there to help out, because I didn't even have time to be excited about the snow starting. The first bit was over in about half an hour, and we didn't see the serious snow start until around 7pm, when I was happily back home with my car safely in the garage. I ran around and took some pictures, then went to bed just after 9pm expecting to wake up at 5am to a couple inches outside. Instead, I was woken up by my cell phone ringing at 10pm... delayed reporting in the morning, no flying, so no need to open the weather station, don't show up till 11am. Woohoo! Took a couple more pictures, looked at some weather stuff on the computer, and went back to sleep.
I woke up at 6:30am and was thrilled to see the 3" white blanket over everything outside. After it started getting lighter, I put on all my snow gear and went outside to take pictures. I also had to go to the post office, so that gave me a wonderful excuse to walk through town and see everything covered in snow. Here is a picture of my house from across the street, complete with the Christmas tree lit up in the front bay window:
When I got to town, I saw a lot of snow-covered cars and people trying with varying levels of success to uncover them, get them started, or move from their parking spaces. Made me extra thankful for my garage. Here is a pretty picture of the clock in my town square:
On the walk back to my house, my phone rang again, this time it was the squadron DO: don't come to work at all today, and pass the message to the rest of the weather flight. Yippee!!! So then I got to call a few other people with the good news. When I got back to my house, the sun had risen and the snow looked even prettier in the daylight. I set about making a snowman in the backyard, but had to compromise with a small one since the snow was really dry and powdery, not good for packing. Here is my little guy, I still think he is pretty cute:
So the rest of the morning and early afternoon has been spent enjoying the snow, taking pictures, watching two more inches fall from the sky, baking some yummy mesquite chicken for lunch, and beginning to put together my futon that was delivered (in a box) this week. Greg's going-away dinner is tonight, and I really hope that everyone still shows up for it... the roads should be much better after people have been driving on them all day. I'm going to see if I can finish the futon before I have to get ready and venture out. Wish me luck, and if you want to see all my England snow pictures, check them out here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=355523&id=701905001&l=9bf3067ae4
And of course, 4.5 years at Penn State added plenty of wonderful snow memories. Freshman year, it snowed on Halloween, the earliest I had ever seen snow in my life. I remember dancing around outside with a friend from Georgia who was just as excited. Snow at Penn State brought so many fun things. There were snowball fights in BDUs with the AFROTC crowd, and band practices with no hope of seeing the yard lines on the field. Snowmen dotted the quads of every dorm area. I played snow football the first time it snowed almost two feet, and experienced the wonder of being tackled into a sea of white powder. There were several tailgates and football games in the snow, skiing and snow tubing at Mount Tussey... I could go on and on.
So yesterday was the beginning of my snow memories in England. We made a bet in our office a few weeks ago about when the first snow would be observed at Lakenheath, plus or minus one day. In technical terms, snow had to be encoded as the type of precipitation in the official RAF Lakenheath weather observation for it to count. Most people picked a day in January; I picked Christmas (for fun), and Greg picked December 18th. Go figure. Haha. Now we all owe him a Coke, but I'm not too disappointed because I am so excited to see the snow!
I was actually working the desk in the weather station when the snow started yesterday, and boy did things get crazy fast. Visibility dropped to 1/2 mile, winds gusted up to 35kts 3 hours before we were expecting them, the SOF was calling trying to recover jets that had taken off, the phone was ringing off the hook... lucky for me Greg was there to help out, because I didn't even have time to be excited about the snow starting. The first bit was over in about half an hour, and we didn't see the serious snow start until around 7pm, when I was happily back home with my car safely in the garage. I ran around and took some pictures, then went to bed just after 9pm expecting to wake up at 5am to a couple inches outside. Instead, I was woken up by my cell phone ringing at 10pm... delayed reporting in the morning, no flying, so no need to open the weather station, don't show up till 11am. Woohoo! Took a couple more pictures, looked at some weather stuff on the computer, and went back to sleep.
I woke up at 6:30am and was thrilled to see the 3" white blanket over everything outside. After it started getting lighter, I put on all my snow gear and went outside to take pictures. I also had to go to the post office, so that gave me a wonderful excuse to walk through town and see everything covered in snow. Here is a picture of my house from across the street, complete with the Christmas tree lit up in the front bay window:
When I got to town, I saw a lot of snow-covered cars and people trying with varying levels of success to uncover them, get them started, or move from their parking spaces. Made me extra thankful for my garage. Here is a pretty picture of the clock in my town square:
On the walk back to my house, my phone rang again, this time it was the squadron DO: don't come to work at all today, and pass the message to the rest of the weather flight. Yippee!!! So then I got to call a few other people with the good news. When I got back to my house, the sun had risen and the snow looked even prettier in the daylight. I set about making a snowman in the backyard, but had to compromise with a small one since the snow was really dry and powdery, not good for packing. Here is my little guy, I still think he is pretty cute:
So the rest of the morning and early afternoon has been spent enjoying the snow, taking pictures, watching two more inches fall from the sky, baking some yummy mesquite chicken for lunch, and beginning to put together my futon that was delivered (in a box) this week. Greg's going-away dinner is tonight, and I really hope that everyone still shows up for it... the roads should be much better after people have been driving on them all day. I'm going to see if I can finish the futon before I have to get ready and venture out. Wish me luck, and if you want to see all my England snow pictures, check them out here: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=355523&id=701905001&l=9bf3067ae4
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Great Weekend
It's Sunday afternoon, and I am sitting on my couch in sweatpants and slippers with my laptop and a new Napster playlist... I'd say it was a great ending to the weekend, but there are still a couple more good things to come today (church and run). :)
Friday afternoon, I got to do a presentation about the Scientific Method and how it is used in weather to a 4th/5th grade class at the base elementary school. The 23 kids were full of energy and had so many funny questions and comments about weather. After my talk, I took them outside to use a couple of our "fun" pieces of hand-held equipment. They loved blowing in the kestrel to see how high they could get the wind reading and pointing the laser range finder at everything in sight. When I got back to the office, I found it dark and everyone gone... and an email from our squadron commander authorizing early release before the holiday party, since it was too foggy for the jets to fly and the airfield closed. Sweet!
The party was a blast. The Mildenhall O-Club was all decorated for Christmas, food was great, and it was so fun to see everyone all dressed up and in holiday spirits. The weather flight all got a table together, and one of the first events of the evening was a contest to determine which table got to go through the food line first. Guess what the contest was? Making a gingerbread house! Fun, but when you're only given 10 minutes, it gets crazy. Kim and Greg and I took on the task for the table, and of course much hilarity ensued in the next 10 minutes, but we ended with a fairly decent-looking house... see picture below:
Unfortunately, after time was called and the Sq/CC started walking around to judge the houses... someone bumped the table. You guessed it. Here's the "after" picture, hehe:
I stood outside, entranced, until the clouds began breaking up and it disappeared... only a few minutes at most. I had to smile to myself as I walked back in. How cool is it when God allows us to have glimpses like that of His beauty? Was it a coincidence that my concentration on cleaning was broken at just the right moment? I think not. So add that to the never-ending list of God's blessings in my life. :)
Friday afternoon, I got to do a presentation about the Scientific Method and how it is used in weather to a 4th/5th grade class at the base elementary school. The 23 kids were full of energy and had so many funny questions and comments about weather. After my talk, I took them outside to use a couple of our "fun" pieces of hand-held equipment. They loved blowing in the kestrel to see how high they could get the wind reading and pointing the laser range finder at everything in sight. When I got back to the office, I found it dark and everyone gone... and an email from our squadron commander authorizing early release before the holiday party, since it was too foggy for the jets to fly and the airfield closed. Sweet!
The party was a blast. The Mildenhall O-Club was all decorated for Christmas, food was great, and it was so fun to see everyone all dressed up and in holiday spirits. The weather flight all got a table together, and one of the first events of the evening was a contest to determine which table got to go through the food line first. Guess what the contest was? Making a gingerbread house! Fun, but when you're only given 10 minutes, it gets crazy. Kim and Greg and I took on the task for the table, and of course much hilarity ensued in the next 10 minutes, but we ended with a fairly decent-looking house... see picture below:
Unfortunately, after time was called and the Sq/CC started walking around to judge the houses... someone bumped the table. You guessed it. Here's the "after" picture, hehe:
We came up with a really great story about how a tornado hit (we're the weather table, get it?), but since we are such good forecasters, everyone was warned and got out safely. The Sq/CC laughed, but apparently didn't buy it... we had to wait a while to eat. Fun times anyway though. :) Another highlight of the evening was a Christmas trivia quiz, which our table almost won. The question was asked, "What were the three gifts brought by the wise men to the baby Jesus?", and I blurted out "Goldfrankincenseandmyrrh!"... and was immediately met with 9 deer-in-the-headlights looks, a pause, and an "Um, can you spell that?" Haha. At the end of the night, CeCe (one of our forecasters) won the grand prize drawing, a 32" LCD TV. So overall, we had an outstanding party.
Saturday, I was up early to get the house ready for my housewarming party. I had to concede the desk room early to a "box room", since there was no way I was going to completely eliminate all boxes from the house in 12 hours. So now I can say all but one room of the house is unpacked... as long as I leave out the part about not being able to walk in the room because there are so many boxes.
The frantic cleaning/box-moving/decorating/baking day did have one welcome interruption, however. Around 8:30am, I was sitting on the floor of my upstairs bathroom, folding towels into a drawer, when I happened to glance up at the window... and saw a gigantic rainbow so bright that it shone through the frosted glass. There was a mad scramble to find my camera before dashing outside in my slippers, and WOW. Pictures, and even the video I took, do not do this rainbow justice. It was HUGE, arcing across the entire sky, and brighter than any rainbow I have seen before in my life, like it was actually made of colored lights shining out of the clouds. Unbelievable. Plus, there was even a hint of a second rainbow above it. Like I said, pictures do not do it justice, but here it is from the back door of my conservatory... see the very faint second line at the top right?
I stood outside, entranced, until the clouds began breaking up and it disappeared... only a few minutes at most. I had to smile to myself as I walked back in. How cool is it when God allows us to have glimpses like that of His beauty? Was it a coincidence that my concentration on cleaning was broken at just the right moment? I think not. So add that to the never-ending list of God's blessings in my life. :)
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I hope everyone who came over had a good time, because I loved every minute of it. From grilling to s'mores to kids running around the backyard screaming (hopefully my neighbors will forgive me for that) to playing hide-and-seek to just hanging out and talking, it was awesome. In the aftermath, there is a little bit of mud of my beige carpet, my Christmas tree ornaments have been completely rearranged by two one-year-olds; paper plates, plastic silverware, cans, and bottles are cluttered on every horizontal surface downstairs, and I desperately need to vaccumm... but oh so worth it. :) I was so busy running around that I didn't really take many pictures, and the few that I have are of the kids, but that's okay. I'll take memories over pictures any day.
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Well, it is time for me to change and get to church (it is a contemporary service, but sweatpants and slippers might get some strange looks), so I'll stop rambling. Hope you all had a great weekend too!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Must clean
This will have to be short and sweet, because I have wayyyy too much to do in the next 48 hours, but I needed a break on the couch after work... and I decided I should write something in case I don't actually sit down with my computer again until Sunday. :)
My housewarming party is Saturday (that would be the day after tomorrow), and my house currently looks like a bomb went off. You think I'm joking. There are shopping bags and random packages of food for the party all over the kitchen counters. My couch is covered with packing paper and an odd collection of Christmas gifts still to be wrapped and mailed tomorrow (I am currently half sitting on the packing paper). There are 5 rolls of wrapping paper and a half-unrolled roll of bubble wrap scattered across the living room floor. The loveseat is holding about 15 picture frames of varying sizes, some still to be matched with pictures to hang up. And did I mention the Christmas tree is still surrounded by boxes, and you can barely walk in the desk room without tripping over a box? Yikes. But I am still happy that my party is Saturday, because it will force me to take care of all of the above issues. I've always said that I pack best under pressure (how I rationalize waiting until the last minute to pack for a trip), so I suppose it would make sense that I unpack best under pressure as well. Right?
No work on the house will be done tomorrow, because it will be a long busy day at work directly followed by the squadron Christmas party at the Mildenhall Officers' Club. Looking forward to that, as the whole weather flight is going and I always enjoy time with that crowd. Our new flight chief (Greg's replacement) arrived this week, so it will be a good chance to get to know him. He is a Penn State fan, so he is definitely starting out well in my book. :) It is just a little sad to think that him being here means Greg is leaving. And then Robin so soon in January... but as I mentioned in the last entry, I am trying to focus on enjoying these last few weeks and events with them instead of being sad, so I will just stop with that thought.
As much as I would like to continue sitting on the couch/packing paper, I really need to get moving on wrapping these gifts and then cleaning up the disaster area... sorry this was a short and boring post, I'll post on Sunday with pictures from Fri/Sat!
My housewarming party is Saturday (that would be the day after tomorrow), and my house currently looks like a bomb went off. You think I'm joking. There are shopping bags and random packages of food for the party all over the kitchen counters. My couch is covered with packing paper and an odd collection of Christmas gifts still to be wrapped and mailed tomorrow (I am currently half sitting on the packing paper). There are 5 rolls of wrapping paper and a half-unrolled roll of bubble wrap scattered across the living room floor. The loveseat is holding about 15 picture frames of varying sizes, some still to be matched with pictures to hang up. And did I mention the Christmas tree is still surrounded by boxes, and you can barely walk in the desk room without tripping over a box? Yikes. But I am still happy that my party is Saturday, because it will force me to take care of all of the above issues. I've always said that I pack best under pressure (how I rationalize waiting until the last minute to pack for a trip), so I suppose it would make sense that I unpack best under pressure as well. Right?
No work on the house will be done tomorrow, because it will be a long busy day at work directly followed by the squadron Christmas party at the Mildenhall Officers' Club. Looking forward to that, as the whole weather flight is going and I always enjoy time with that crowd. Our new flight chief (Greg's replacement) arrived this week, so it will be a good chance to get to know him. He is a Penn State fan, so he is definitely starting out well in my book. :) It is just a little sad to think that him being here means Greg is leaving. And then Robin so soon in January... but as I mentioned in the last entry, I am trying to focus on enjoying these last few weeks and events with them instead of being sad, so I will just stop with that thought.
As much as I would like to continue sitting on the couch/packing paper, I really need to get moving on wrapping these gifts and then cleaning up the disaster area... sorry this was a short and boring post, I'll post on Sunday with pictures from Fri/Sat!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
December?
I feel like I skipped a page or two... or four... in my calendar. Where did the months of August - November go??? The fact that it is actually December is bittersweet for so many reasons. I LOVE the Christmas season!!! Lights started going up on houses on my street this past week, and I was so excited to put up my tree in the round bay window of my front sitting room that looks like it was made just for that purpose. I listened to Christmas music and danced around and sang along while adding the star and stringing the lights. I even ran outside when I was done to see how it looked in the window - so pretty! :) I will upload a picture when I am done adding ornaments, train, etc. And I have a fireplace to hang stockings!!!
Also, the Christmas season brings Christmas carols at church, the Advent wreath, holiday parties with all the awesome people/groups here, putting together Christmas gifts, baking cookies... who wouldn't love all of that? And I am finally having a housewarming party this Saturday with the weather flight, since my house is near move-in completion save for the few boxes left to take care of this week and a little more decorating and picture-hanging that must take place. With a little luck, my futon might even come in to the furniture store this week, which would complete my house's furniture intake. Depending on where I move next, I will probably have to offload some of it before I go... but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, for now my house is perfectly furnished (minus the incoming futon). :)
So, what's the "bitter" part of my bittersweet December? Well, it's twofold, actually. First of all, too many good friends are leaving. Cody and Jenn left on 1 Dec, Greg leaves 24 Dec, and Robin and Bobby leave 11 Jan. Too many goodbyes in too short a time frame, if you ask me. As close as this weather flight has been, it scares me that we're losing so much of the "family". I try to remind myself that I felt this way about leaving Barksdale... I loved the people of the 26 OWS so much, I worried that I'd never be able to love another group the same way. And in part, that's true, but not in a bad way... I have completely fallen in love with the people of this weather flight, but it's as different as the people themselves are from the people of the OWS. Does that make any sense? I guess my point is that I want to believe I will love the people coming in to the flight next spring and summer as much as I love the ones who are leaving, but it's really hard to see that now while saying goodbye.
Part two: I feel like my time here is running out too quickly. I didn't understand when Lt Col D said that same thing 2 months into his 2-year assignment at the 26th, but now 4+ months into my 2-year assignment here... I feel like a giant hourglass is gushing sand and I can't find anything to plug the hole. The possibility is out there for the hole to be narrowed and the sand to flow more slowly, if I can talk the assignments officer into extending me to 3 years, but I can't count on that. She was open to the idea when we talked at the conference in September, but said we'd talk again in the spring. So I have until then to build my case. Anyway, point is, there is entirely too much here to experience in two years, and I'm scared that I'm going to miss something.
Wow, believe it or not, this is not supposed to be a depressing entry. It is impossible to be depressed when I still have so many people and so much to be thankful for at this point in life. If there is one thing that England has taught me, it is how humbling it is to be given so much every day that I don't deserve. It's like my eyes have been fine-tuned to how beautiful life and love and people are, and I don't think that is going to go away when I leave England... at least I will pray that it doesn't. I mean, I felt that way before, and this is a really awful analogy but the only one I can think of... it's like I am seeing things about life in HD now that I didn't realize were not well-defined before. Have you ever watched a standard definition channel after an HD channel and wondered "did it always look this bad?" The answer is no, it didn't, because you couldn't possibly have known what HD looked like before you saw it. Geez, I have probably completely lost you... all I am trying to say is that I think my perspective on life is growing, and that's a good thing.
Bed time here, I have tomorrow off since I worked Saturday, so the goal is to vanquish those last boxes. Good night all!
Also, the Christmas season brings Christmas carols at church, the Advent wreath, holiday parties with all the awesome people/groups here, putting together Christmas gifts, baking cookies... who wouldn't love all of that? And I am finally having a housewarming party this Saturday with the weather flight, since my house is near move-in completion save for the few boxes left to take care of this week and a little more decorating and picture-hanging that must take place. With a little luck, my futon might even come in to the furniture store this week, which would complete my house's furniture intake. Depending on where I move next, I will probably have to offload some of it before I go... but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, for now my house is perfectly furnished (minus the incoming futon). :)
So, what's the "bitter" part of my bittersweet December? Well, it's twofold, actually. First of all, too many good friends are leaving. Cody and Jenn left on 1 Dec, Greg leaves 24 Dec, and Robin and Bobby leave 11 Jan. Too many goodbyes in too short a time frame, if you ask me. As close as this weather flight has been, it scares me that we're losing so much of the "family". I try to remind myself that I felt this way about leaving Barksdale... I loved the people of the 26 OWS so much, I worried that I'd never be able to love another group the same way. And in part, that's true, but not in a bad way... I have completely fallen in love with the people of this weather flight, but it's as different as the people themselves are from the people of the OWS. Does that make any sense? I guess my point is that I want to believe I will love the people coming in to the flight next spring and summer as much as I love the ones who are leaving, but it's really hard to see that now while saying goodbye.
Part two: I feel like my time here is running out too quickly. I didn't understand when Lt Col D said that same thing 2 months into his 2-year assignment at the 26th, but now 4+ months into my 2-year assignment here... I feel like a giant hourglass is gushing sand and I can't find anything to plug the hole. The possibility is out there for the hole to be narrowed and the sand to flow more slowly, if I can talk the assignments officer into extending me to 3 years, but I can't count on that. She was open to the idea when we talked at the conference in September, but said we'd talk again in the spring. So I have until then to build my case. Anyway, point is, there is entirely too much here to experience in two years, and I'm scared that I'm going to miss something.
Wow, believe it or not, this is not supposed to be a depressing entry. It is impossible to be depressed when I still have so many people and so much to be thankful for at this point in life. If there is one thing that England has taught me, it is how humbling it is to be given so much every day that I don't deserve. It's like my eyes have been fine-tuned to how beautiful life and love and people are, and I don't think that is going to go away when I leave England... at least I will pray that it doesn't. I mean, I felt that way before, and this is a really awful analogy but the only one I can think of... it's like I am seeing things about life in HD now that I didn't realize were not well-defined before. Have you ever watched a standard definition channel after an HD channel and wondered "did it always look this bad?" The answer is no, it didn't, because you couldn't possibly have known what HD looked like before you saw it. Geez, I have probably completely lost you... all I am trying to say is that I think my perspective on life is growing, and that's a good thing.
Bed time here, I have tomorrow off since I worked Saturday, so the goal is to vanquish those last boxes. Good night all!
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