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I feel such pressure to return to writing, like I should be good at it or something.

It's 5:00 here, midnight there. I can still get tired at random moments and I haven't slept past 6:37am. Returned life is a little bit like I left it, same people, a few of the same problems, gettin the same school bus job, etc.

One person fewer is my Great Grandma who died at the age of 101. She left a big family in her wake. She was the sweetest woman and most sincere story teller. No doubt she was surprised to meet a few other family members there that she wouldn't have known preceeded her as the last few years she's been losing her memory. The memory really is something we've been losing since we first got it. It's an important thing to share in order to keep the memories alive. She did that well.

A new addition is my nephew, Caleb. It's his one year birthday today. He still shies from my kisses, but I will persist and he will soon realize that they're some of the best, my kisses. And if you've seen him you've seen how he deserves them. Those cheeks!

Otherwise life goes each day after the one before it and I'm happy. I weigh even less than when I left which was a very unexpected discovery. But it makes for less clothes shopping, and I'm happy. I get to speak French with multiple persons, and I'm happy. What I noticed is that leaving the mission happy makes pretty much the rest of your life happy. I can admit that one week is not a huge part of the rest of my life (you know, one can hope), but seeing as how each day comes like another, I'll choose my happy way each day and whatever happens, I know the Lord lives and helps me. That makes all the difference.

so happy to be back.