I'm in America, folks.
A QUICK EXPLANATION THAT YOU MAY OR MAY NOT JUST WANT TO SKIP OVER:
As you might already now, my parents are missionaries from the States. We usually go on furlough (that's what they call it when missionaries go back to visit/give updates to supporting churches, family, and friends) every two or three years, and it's usually just for the summer. Our last furlough was in 2011, and we stayed for a whole year, living on a college campus in Southern California (some of you old timers may remember that). Now we're back again for another furlough! My older siblings stayed in Ireland this time, so it's just my parents, my brother, and I. Our last stop will be California, where my family will drop me off at college (the same college we lived at last time!), and then abandon me for Ireland.
A week ago, at 5:30 in the morning, we drove out of our driveway and headed for Dublin Airport.
Last selfie with my cute little Alfred // Beautiful Irish sunrise // Fun on the Airplane (not)
After an eight hour flight, we landed in Chicago. My dad and brother stayed in Illinois, while my mom and I immediately boarded another flight to Little Rock, Arkansas to stay with my grandma for a week.
It was a lovely week. It was so nice spending time with my grandma and my aunt. We watched movies, ate at Chick-Fil-a (my true love, man), and enjoyed the beautiful warm weather.
I experienced some "AMERICA IS TOO OVERWHELMING AND I DON'T BELONG HERE" moments, but overall it was just a fun and relaxing week.
Last night, my mom and I flew back to Illinois. It's good to be back with Dad and Caleb again. We will be here for a little over three weeks, living in "missionary housing" (which is an apartment right next to a church in a pretty little suburb).
My sister, older brother, and future-sister-in-law will be visiting us during our time here, which I'm really excited about. I think these next few weeks will be really great.
P.S. Sorry that the pics are a bit dark...I have no access to any editing program. #thestruggle