At last...

I was driving home from work yesterday. The evening was a beautiful one. And as I turned onto Cottonmill East into the old neighborhood, I passed good ol' Brother Woodbury on his little motorcycle. We both smiled and waved, and I headed up the road to park next to the big pine tree. For the first time in... well... a very long time, I felt like this was home.

Now, I spent the first 19 years of my life in this town. A blessed 19 years. And I've been back now and then for a few months at a time, but my life was always elsewhere. It's taken me a while, obviously, to settle in again, psychologically. To embrace the fact that I am here. I am not a missionary in Montana. I am not a student, roomate or friend in Logan. I am a sister and a daughter in my home in Washington. That is my place for now... and this is home.

I am grateful for the different phases of life and the endless lessons to learn. I'm thankful for the still small whisperings of the Spirit that reveal the profound nature of even the most minute details and happenings in life. I am glad to be here... in this little house... with people who love me despite me.

BANG!

hahahaha...okay. I've been in desperate need of a haircut. I've been putting it off trying to decide how brave and original to be. I finally chickened out and went for a style similar (okay, pretty much the same) as I've had for a very long time. I washed my hair, rolled up the bathroom rug, pulled out the folding chair, called my mother in, and handed her the scissors. I just love my mother, and I love what she charges for a cut... "Free" suits my pocketbook just fine.
All was going well... she was meticulously following my instructions and the five example photos I had printed out for her. The bangs looked just right... "except for that little corner that doesn't blend quite right." I asked her to trim it a bit.... Still not right.
"A tiny more."
"Now fix that part."
"Oops, now a slightly steeper angle.... um... oh no."
"What now? Is there a way to fix that?"
"What if we comb it this way?"
"HA! You look like a MAN. A man from the 70s! Get Kauri in here. Ha, that is hilarious!"
"Thanks, Mom."
"Where's this little piece coming from?"
"What if we cut...."
"PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!"
By this point my mom and I were laughing hysterically. The worse the bangs got, the harder we laughed. Tears were rolling down my face... One might assume it was because of my awful bangs. But really it was just too funny.
Thanks for the cut, Mom. I like it. (and i take full credit for the bangs.) :)

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So, here it is. Despite suggestions from friends, I have put off the blogging thing because, well, my life doesn't seem to be bloggable material. I'm single. I live at home. No cute kiddos. Or anything exciting to post, really. But then, I realized that nobody has to look at this anyway. If you do and you're bored, it's your own dang fault. So here I am. :)