After not touching my face with any sort of sharp object for almost two months, I am finally realizing that things are getting a bit out of control. Mom the guy standing in the airport on the 17th that looks like he’s been living in the mountains for two months is me. Don’t be scared, you can take me home.

A few short lists before my return:

Things I will miss:
• Being able to ride a bicycle anywhere
• Sunday afternoons in the garden or in the mountains
• Having very little to do and being able to breathe deeply
• Speckwurst (sausage filled with cheese and wrapped in bacon = wunderbar!)
• The abundance of music
• Hanging out with Sammy and the other dear friends I’ve made
• Having my laundry done for me

Things I miss:
• Family and friends
• Cruising around, indulging myself with music
• Sitting at Barnes and Noble for hours
• Not having to pay at least 30% more for everything
• Oddly enough, Arkadelphia
• Being able to communicate with everyone
• EDIT: Dr. Pepper

In these days as we anticipate the birth of our Savior, may we allow ourselves to be overcome by the implications of the Incarnation.

This was written outside a church and it echoed in my soul:
Mein Vater, ich verstehe Dich nicht, aber ich vertraue Dir.