Love from Home

I've reached the peak; the half way point. It's all down hill from here. 14 weeks down, 14 to go.

Don't get me wrong, I like my jobs and I like Madison. I even like my roommate's buggy-eyed, bow-legged cat. But if any of you have ever lived away from your home for a while, you'll understand why I'm keeping track of the weeks. I have been fortunate enough to make it home for some really important events, but it still sucks to miss birthdays, holidays, wedding planning, sister tubing trips and visiting the cottage. Not to mention I haven't had any good soft serve this summer! No one does it like Blue Moon! (fyi: though close, frozen yogurt is not soft serve).

So, even though I try not to count the days or weeks and try to focus on the positive, I can't help but to look forward to the end of the season.

A big thanks to all my support from back home. The love I find in #322 has been unexpected and a huge encouragement to me to keep on, keepin' on.

Just a little bit of the love I've received from home.