Sweet Dreams

For about two weeks, I've been so homesick, I've done nothing but look forward to life back in the states. I started to feel like "If I hear about one more person having a cook out, or read one more blog about a pool party, or if one more nephew is born while we're gone, I'm going to explode!"

Last night, I had a dream that finally gave me relief.

I was dreaming that Scott and I had come back to America and we were never coming back to Asia. I was going back to work at the YMCA, but taking Tuesdays off to go see Grace, Baker and Brooks, and taking Saturdays off to go see Hannah, Sadie Anne and Seth. (whew, what a commute!) Also in my dream, I was in a mall explaining that we had just come back to America, and I felt weird because I could understand what every one was saying. Some one walked by saying "that's fine" and I said "-See?! I understood that!"

Then my dream flashed to Boone: our new apartment was empty, Rocky waiting for us to come back, the open air markets, every one speaking the local language, the mountains that surround our city.... and I woke up with tears in my eyes!

I guess my heart has planted some roots here so it finally feels like home. I'm so relieved! We've committed to studying the language for three years, but hope to stay longer... our commitment was starting to feel like a prison sentence.

I woke up suddenly, wanting to tell Scott "lets go back, lets go back! Rocky is all alone! I miss the school! I miss- " But then I realized we hadn't left, and joy flooded my heart! I was so happy, not even having to run an errand in the pouring rain got me down.
I took Rocky with me and we splashed in every puddle on our way to the bank!
Home Sweet Home!


p.s. this doesn't mean we're not going to get homesick... so please don't send pictures of the beach or anyone eating chick-fil-a (or show it to us on skype, EMILY!) hahahah!