Quarter of a Century

Yea...the big 25...mid-twenties...I'm old.

I'm also in America again. I arrived a few days ago and have been getting back into the life here- although I don't really have a life here. So, life here is hard to get back into. I don't feel too far gone, there are still Starbucks on every corner and more stuff than I could ever need in the Target facing north and the Wal-Mart facing south. But, I'm adjusting and loving the fact that I get to be with my family and friends here. Loving that I get to be with Matt.

I still don't have a job or a place to live. Those are pretty high on my priority list right now. In fact, I'm a little nervous about both. I know God will provide. I know things will work out, but I'm not super excited about the rough process. I think it's already been harder than I imagined. I think things are 'falling into place' a little slower than I hoped. It's not even been a week since I landed on this side of the ocean, so I'm not freaking out. I'd just really like to have a job, have some security and have a place to call home...those are my prayer requests and my greatest needs.

On the other hand...it's great to be home!