Homesick

The day I arrived I had pretty mixed emotions, but was still feeling excited and adventurous.The sun went down and morning came and morning turned into early afternoon which turned into the goodbye that made this all a reality.After having lunch with my parents and two of my friends from paradise I had to say goodbye to my parents. I felt like a little girl being dropped off at summer camp all over again.I couldn't help but cry.Over the course of the next couple of days I called home several times a day. The cabin I was staying in suddenly felt like the other end of the earth.I even considered going home thinking this wasn't such a good idea.I was beginning to doubt was this really what god wanted or me wanting this to be what god wanted.But wise people( my parents and a few close friends) remided me that stepping out in faith and trusting God isn't suppose to be easy.Working helped but what helped most was my youngest sister and I figured out how to use Skype so I was able to see and talk to my neice and nephew. My sister even took her webcam to my parents house and I was able to see and talk to them.There is an internet cafe called Moose du nord near the cabin I was staying in I would grab a chia tea or hot chocolate be able to catch up on facebook and email so that helped out too. My mom and my youngest sister and my neice and nephew came up last weekend and we went to the soo and that was better than skype. I am still a little homesick but it gets a little better each day. I moved into my house this week so now I am less than two minutes from work. I have easier access to what feels more like civilization than I had out at the cabin. I am really looking forward to seeing my mom and my dad and my older brother this coming week! Since home is where the heart is I guess I will always be a little homesick since my heart is now in two different places!

It's pretty.... stinky!

What is white and black and lays in the middle of the road? A skunk! This particular skunk was laying in the middle of State street also known as M-123 it was about 5:30a.m. I had already driven through the most secluded wilderness part of my drive and had not seen one specks of bright eyes looking at me from the road, yet here in the middle of state street with its rear end towards me there it was a large skunk freshly hit. I am told if you are the one who hits it, it doesnt stink. Of course I was the second one to hit the poor skunk so my car was the lucky one. Work wasn't too far away at that point so I thought maybe the smell would fade a little down the road. I went into work not thinking anything of it. Upon returning to my car that afternoon I was reminded ever so kindly about the events of the morning as I opened the car door the nauseating smell of skunk permemated every membrane in my nose. I called my dad to see how to get the smell out and of course being Mr. Humorous himself roared with laughter and kindly informed me it would fade in a few days. Just two days later when the scent should finally fade, I was driving down Highway 33 and out of nowhere I see bright eyes running straight for my car low to the ground. I tried to stop to let what ever creature it maybe cross the road safely but instead I hear a squeal and a thud. Who moves the the U.P. and hits two skunks in less than one week. Pretty? No not the skunks they are stinky!