Why I Live Where I Live

Our original plan was to go to Chapel Hill, where Rockford would go to graduate school and I’d … well, I’d do something. But, as usual, things didn’t go according to my plans.

The people at Missouri were so much more friendly than the people at Chapel Hill, and the fellowship offer was better at MU. So we headed West.

And I was miserable.

I was thousands of miles from my home, my family and my friends. I didn’t have a job, so I spent my days sitting in our apartment eating cookies and watching reruns of “Newhart” (OK, so that part wasn’t so bad).

Then things started to change. I found a job. I made some friends. I stopped eating so many cookies. I never would have imagined that I’d shed anything but tears of joy when Missouri was in my rearview mirror, but here we are, two months away from moving again, and my heart is aching.


I let my brother play with the camera yesterday, and he brought it back with a full memory card. This was my favorite shot.

Wedding bells

We went to my best friend’s sister’s wedding this afternoon. It was a beautiful, outdoor affair. The bride was lovely, there were happy children and dogs everywhere, the bride’s father/officiant made me cry and the cake was delicious. I took quite a few pictures, but I’m not sure the newlyweds would want them posted online. So here’s a picture of a dog that sat down next to me before the ceremony. I think he might have been an usher.