How grateful I am for the temple. It's the most peacful and comforting place on this entire earth. I also love how I''m 10,000 miles away from what I call home; yet when I enter the temple I feel home more than anything else. Amazing.
Speaking of 10,000 miles-this time next week I'll be doing the following things:
- soaking up the dry heat of Arizona like nobody's business
- adopting my nieces and nephews
- driving on perfectly straight and huge roads on the right hand side
- stocking up on all the products I refuse to pay ridiculous amounts for in New Zealand
- eating green chile and salsa for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
- running in the desert filled with tumbleweeds and brown dirt for miles
- listening to radio stations that play nothing but country music
- going to Wal Mart (yes, I included this. if you had to go without Wal Mart you would understand)
- counting American flags
- missing my Love while he is in Auckland slaving away
- most importantly, being there for Moni's wedding and seeing my family
and just for kicks,
Jason has been asked if he is American quite frequently. He hates it. I love it. Funny how I move to New Zealand and don't have the slightest trace of a kiwi accent. Jason moves in with an American and gets asked if he's American by New Zealanders and Americans alike here. Priceless.
See you next week. Cheers!