for some fun...because i felt a bit disoriented today...I started looking back through some old posts. and its just odd. its me, of course, but a different me, and it makes me wonder if i lost her or she didn´t learn Spanish or she`s just curled up in the back of the Nica survival kit, but it just feels weird reading that stuff, remembering the ways I saw and thought and processed. And the type of stress I lived under...its just very different now.
life here, well...my life submerged in the academy, clinic, marriage...is just barer.
bit nervous about that.
im looking forward to coming home in December and sharing that life there with Moi..and getting some seriously quality books and conversations.
i know this is not a bad thing...just realizing this work He started in me is not as...plush...as I had once imagined.