A couple observations...

1. It is an absolutely wonderful thing to get one of your best friends back from a foreign country. I highly recommend the experience if you ever get the chance.


2. In talking with said world-traveling friend, I came to the beginning of a realization. Alone time in Latin America was coveted and wonderfully refreshing. Alone time here on the other hand, is sometimes just lonely. I'm still not exactly sure why it has been like that for me. But as much as I thoroughly love and cherish social times in both of my worlds, I want to recover the sacredness and joy of alone times as they were in the DR, regardless of where I find myself in the world... 

Oh the Wonderful World of Homework....

I would like to be doing what's in this awesome picture I found on earthshots.org:

But instead, this is my lot for the night:

I hope my summer is full of things much more like running around in the beautiful sunlight, than staying up late writing research papers.

Younger than Springtime

This weekend was be.a.utiful.
Nothing like cooking out and playing baseball with the fam to cure the sickness brought on by the world's longest winter. It was SO nice Saturday, and having so many people here hangin out was the best. The only downer of the weekend, [besides some people missing who I wish could have been there, *cough, cough* JJ] was the fact that all my little cousins like Jordan more than me. But I'm over it, because its really cute to watch them be in love with him. 
Now, after the full bellies of a weekend of wonderful eating, [cookout, Mario's pizza, and Hibachi's] the kids are down for the count and Aunt Annie, Mom, and Maria are passed out on the couches in the living room. Great people, great laughs, great food, and great sleep. Can't beat that.

But ya gotta have friends....

I need to take a minute to brag about my friends....


Ok, seriously? How in the world do I get blessed with so many of the world's greatest friends?  Is it really fair for me to get the world's greatest boyfriend/best friend plus 47 [ok, maybe not quite that many] other incredible bestest friends? 


Homework has taken over my life lately so hanging out with people today has just made me wake up and re-realized how unbelievably blessed I am. Started off the day right with brunch and Prison Break with Jordan. And then Andrea came over to work on Spanish and even though we were doing homework, it was just refreshing and wonderful to get to hang out with her again. Also, my roommate is the best and we got to go to the city museum together tonight. Plus, if there were such a thing as a remedy for the pain of the homework I've been avoiding today, it would probably be laughing and eating ham and cheese sandwiches with Megs. The other day I went into Jo's and I almost cried because of how long it had been since I'd seen Hannah Ruth. Fortunately, we're gonna hopefully double date at Hibachi's and road trip soon. Road trip to see Sarah Dawn. Gosh I miss that girl. And Corrie and my DR peeps. AND, I really miss RACHEL. Rach, you should probably come back from Costa Rica. Soonish. Like real soonish. And hanging out with Kelly Baker on spring break was wonderful. The list goes on and on and on.... 

Soy Dominicana...un chin

Sitting in Pauline Epistles today made me realize how Dominicana I've become...


We split up into groups and once we got situated, I looked up from mi yogur congelado, prepared for a laid back conversación, to see all my group members with paper out and labeled to take notes. Whoops. I'm still a little out of my element here, trying to be in traditional student mode. But I'll get there.


Guess. What. 


I just got to talk to my Dominican bros on the phone!!! Wonderfulness. Chi-Chi asked me when I was coming back. I don't know yet, but I can't wait :)


Also, I'm so glad Jordan's car is fixed. I didn't know if that guy was going to make it out of the shop alive this time. And I was worried. I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet. So thank you Chad. 


Now its time for a little letter-writing and hulu-ing and relaxing with my Megs.

Started Preschool Again Friday....

and it was really weird to speak in English. I mean, it was nice to be able to say whatever I wanted, because I happen to be fluent in English, but it made me really miss these kids:

Almost cried in Spanish class today. Dad played Eres El Rey and we sang that at mi iglesia out in Mata Gorda and I wanted to go back SO MUCH! Someday...

I hope I don't use up all of my calling card minutes by calls that don't go through. I need to talk to my little bros. And SOON.

I wanna share some exciting ideas for my preschool class here soon, but for now I am going to return to some of the most productive hours of my life, while I'm iced in my room here....

where do my Achiever and Discipline go when I need them?

Started the full load of spring semester yesterday.
Classes and homework are still somewhat of an abstract concept for me. 
Hence the blogging instead of doing homework.


Starting Spanish class yesterday and listening to a Spanish worship song right now has me missing my other home. Especially my little bros. I almost cried the other day when I found videos of them singing and dancing and being ridiculous.

So about this homework thing being really hard for me. The Dominican was so not homework oriented. I mean, we took classes and did homework, for about 5 weeks. But 5 weeks and a whole semester of studiousness are a little bit radically different. And a couple of the classes down there were more independent study-ish. With some deadlines that have yet to come. And I need to just get those papers done. Because I hate having things hanging over my head. The problem is I just keep finding much more worthwhile investments of my time. Like getting pizza and hanging out with my friends. Or going on a snow walk with Jordan. Or drinking iced coffee and watching Parenthood with Megs. But I'll manage. It's just another phase in the re-entry process. 


I just really need to get a calling card and call my families. Because I miss them. 


Alright, here I go. I'm off to write a paper. Wish me luck.