All moved into my little closet-sized room. I'm in love with it. When I brought some of my things on Saturday, I got awkwardly sentimental about how tiny it is. My mind took me back to some homes I went to in Uganda--they were probably the size of my room but housed multiple people. Even though by American standards my room is little, I still feel enormously blessed.
My aunt and uncle were gracious enough to let me borrow a blow up mattress so I'm camping out until I dare drop the money on a bed. It was really sad leaving my aunt and uncles home. Not because I love being dependent upon other people, but because I so greatly value their company. They're really amazing people and I've loved spending time with them and their cute kids.
I do, however, love the feeling that I've made a little bit of progress out here. I don't have a dream job or anything yet but that's okay. I'm in an apartment, closer to the city and I feel like I'm inching toward my original goal. Progress.
My bedding currently consists of a right nice, fuzzy, giraffe print blanket. I love it. It was a great Target find. haha Also, conveniently a way to deal with missing Africa. haha Pathetic.
My New Years Resolution is to be better about recording spiritual experiences/promptings. During my mission I was consistent about keeping a scripture journal. It is so valuable to me now. It was where I wrote my insights, what I understood, how I could apply it to my life, etc. I love that little journal. Unfortunately I haven't been consistent in the least at keeping a scripture journal post-mission. So this touristy Leaning Tower of Pisa gem has been used to record my scripture insights lately. I've been loving it. I get so much more excited to read the scriptures and love reading back over what I've written and learned.
I'd forgotten how much I LOVE speaking Italian. Oh my dear it makes me so happy to hear it. It's hard for me to explain. It makes me smile hearing it spoken by Italians. I love the expressions that just don't translate into english. I love the happy, musical inflection. I love how poetic it seems. I love the warmth of the people who speak it. I need to be better at keeping in touch with my friends in Italy because I was overwhelmed with how much joy it brought me using my mission language again and catching up with those that played such beautiful roles in a critical part of my life.
I discovered the wonder of Trader Joes tonight! I'm obsessed. I literally oogled at the cheese section with satisfaction and joy. That's classy Trader Joes. Real classy. Though I've heard Whole Foods puts them to shame in that department. I pretty much just want to buy a sack full of produce and live off it all week. Now that I have unpacked, I'm ready to put my Vitamix to work and throw a bunch of produce in there. So stoked about this....Til next time. Happy MLK day.