Rainy cloudy blah

Another grey day... Eff. You don’t really realize how much you take sunny warm summers for granted until you spend time in a place where they don’t exist. It’s August, and the weather here is comparable to spring in Seattle or Portland. No wonder the natives here don’t smile much. Today is borderline cold... like sweater and jeans cold. Mixed with the damp, it permeates to the bone making a hot bath sound like heaven... or to wash the dishes just to warm my hands. It’s Norah Jones weather I think... because in my little world Norah is condusive to hot drinks, blankets, cuddling and the like. She’s a fall playing into winter sound that seems to calm the inside while one looks out upon cold and bleak.

Speaking of cold and bleak, that’s what my blog page has been looking like with the absence of my writings... and I could apologize, but I won’t, cause there’s nothing I can do to change the lack over the last weeks. I’m writing now, and that’s what matters. I have only 5 days until I fly back to the states, and I have no idea how I will feel once I arrive. I am a little excited and a little sad at the same time. Excited to see Franke and know that I still have a 1400 mile journey remaining, but sad to think that the 1400 miles will be the final stretch of my summer of madness. I was going to say Journey of Matter there... but I know that my Journey of Matter is far from over. It’s only just begun actually, because I will probably look at life from a bit of a different perspective because of the last several months. No matter what the future holds, I will smile because God has given me the gift of this chapter in my life. He has grown me, challenged me, met with me and broken down with me. I would be nothing without him, my journey would be empty without him and I will forever give him the glory for the perfectly and beautifully broken path that I walk in this life.