"you're not from around here, are you?" nearly every time i have left the house in the past two weeks, i've been asked that question. it's either because my clothes are different, my accent's different, or i just look totally lost - usually a combination of the three. life is so different here - i live in the middle of the prairie and my days are spent in the garden, picking apples, doing little odd jobs around the house. i see deer, frogs, and snakes in my backyard. i can't walk anywhere because there is nowhere to walk and i don't see one person or car from the porch of the house. i'm trying to adjust and give myself and those around me grace, but it's difficult. i don't want to be here, but i know i can't fight God - i'll lose. my heart is still very much in norway and it will probably remain that way for some time. but i'm doing my best to keep busy - trying to catch up with old friends and make new, volunteering at church. one little guy keeps me plenty busy:this is chris and he's 11. we meet every day for a couple hours and i help his with his homework. i'm brushing up on my 5th grade history and math. as you can see, it's never a dull moment with chris.
so, that's life for now. the wheel keeps turning...