Many moons later...

It has been too long; I know! You should find my absence as a good sign. It means that there are a few less voices running around crazy in my mind, thus I don't feel the immediate need to drain my brain. I have been working for the same company now for over one year, defying the noncommittal ways of my generation and actually enjoying my professional life.
The two immediate women over me are some of the most beautiful women I have ever known. They are fighters, the good kind of fighters. They fight for their families, for their Jesus, for righteousness, and the millions of seemingly small choices that actually make up our entire lives. I literally pray every day on the way to work, "Lord let me soak it up. Please don't let me miss one single morsel of wisdom that they breathe in and out all day long." The Lord has given me real allies and friendships at work. I am just so grateful. After having lived by myself for six months upon returning to Dallas in 2006, I decided to move to downtown Dallas with a bunch of my girl friends from school. I now am sharing a three-bedroom apartment with 5 other girls. That wasn't a typo. THATS RIGHT SIX GIRLS IN A THREE BEDROOM apartment. It is hysterical, glorious, full of laughter, and other certain times of the month full of tears. It is sanctifying and makes my heart glad. I commute to Denton every single day and am trying to be productive in my car. Maybe one day my French will be completely fluent because of the copious hours I will have spent in the car. I would be lying if I didn't say that I wish terribly for a metro ride to work. Which brings me to my next adventure... Sweden and back to London. My boyfriend, who is the same wonderful man, since the last time I wrote, was working on music stuff in Stockholm. He was holed up in the studio and I got to take almost two entire weeks off from work to play. I got to see Anna, my friend from the Sorbonne in Paris. She is truly a delight. I already feel selfish in our friendship because she speaks beautiful English and I can only recall three Swedish words even after having been there (mouse- mus * to kiss - pus * Nej-No). Oh and Tak (sp?), which is Thank you. I woke up after getting to her house and she had bought American bread and toasted it in addition to the normal Swedish breakfast. Anna is thoughtful and I am always left wanting more time with her. Chris' friend Scott lives in London and it was so nice to spend time with he and his girlfriend Natalie. We went to the theater; London's theater is magical.
Mary Poppins was so incredible. Basically, Chris had tears in his eyes and I was uncontrollably weeping. We also saw Les Mes. We forewent Cambridge this go round and spent time in Oxford, which was so romantical. All in all I feel certain that I am undeserving of these adventures. I feel alive in a way that I cannot explain when I travel outside of all my American ways and comforts.
I love my home country and wouldn't have wanted to be born anywhere else in the world but it sure is enlightening to see it all done a different way where walking isn’t considered exercise and good food doesn’t entail a combo number.

The Recap in list form:
1) the studio in Stockholm where Chris had been recording, and the time spent with Peer (Swedish producer) and his precious family
2) Mary Poppins the play will help shape the way I raise my hypothetical unborn children
3) Oxford will make you want to learn something new
4) I finished the 7th & final Harry Potter ;-)
5) The leaves in Stockholm were changing colors, boasting the most brilliant reds, yellows, and oranges that I have ever seen
6) Cachao & primrose hill
7) Vacation means so much more when you start working and I like it.

Happy Thanksgiving week,
K