missing you

man, yesterday was ragged. i cried a lot. now today i'm over my work and want to be gone.

fun, fun, fun.

i will miss seeing the snow on the mountain. i will not miss shoveling snow and/or brushing snow off of my car.

i will miss wearing jeans to work every day. i won't miss ...well, it's a blog. i can't talk about my job.

i can't wait to bake. i need to find someone to share it with, tho. a cinnamon cheesecake recipe, texas sheet cake -  the altitude. never made the adjustment.

i will miss living in bronco country. this town is IN to their football team.

i have to train new starbucks baristas my drink. it's not that hard. but, yeah.

i will miss mexican food. i am trying to be open about tex mex and i have heard that there are still mexican restaurants.

i look forward to the first time i can make it down to the beach. *sigh*

i will be closer to everyone except brooke. but, i don't think she's far behind.

i won't miss running into memories. so looking forward to making my own new memories.

physically it feels like i am leaving here with so little - when i came here with so much. physically.

in every other way i am leaving here with so much more than i brought.

“We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.” Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out