I have been in the States for almost two weeks now and I have found that being in Oregon isn’t as strange as I thought it would be. I still don’t like riding in cars and I miss walking…I think I have been able to successfully tune out all of the loud talkers. I’ve heard them for sure, but I just don’t listen. I don’t know if it’s not weird because I’ve been in Oregon and I’m used to visiting here. Maybe Sacramento will be different? Who knows….

I have been able to do most of the things that I’ve wanted to do. I went to the dentist. I went snowboarding with my brother and might get to go again if I’m lucky…I got to see a lot of friends at church. I haven’t really been able to spend as much time with friends as I would have liked to, but there’s still a little time.

Part of me wanted my trip back to the States to be stranger than it is. I think that I wanted this so that I would know that I really am settled and used to being in Paris. If the States has become weird then Paris is normal…that was my logic. But I don’t think that is true. Maybe both can be weird in their own ways and we can live in the middle ground. Where there will be no completely normal wherever we go, but we just adapt to the little things. Where stability is not found in our surroundings, but in God, each other, and ourselves….Maybe that’s the way it should be anyway?