HOME

ah. Home. going home was the best. Lots of people had asked me why I was going home, why didn't I take the opportunity to travel while I had the chance?! I will tell you why. First of all, because I'm not all that obsessed with traveling, I don't feel in a hurry to get it done. I am in a hurry to get to heaven, my real home, and travel there, I'll see bigger and better things there then I will in Germany for a weekend. Don't get me wrong, traveling is a lot of fun, but right now, it's a waste of money that I don't have. My second reason is the main reason: family. I never used to think I was attached to my family, like I know I love them more than anyone else, but I always thought I was pretty independent of them, and I am, but not in the way I thought. I do need them. And I would rather spend time growing with and learning from them, then spend time visiting some random country. I miss my family terribly, and I realize that this life is not permanent, my family will not always be there, any one of them could die from anything at any given moment, and I don't want to look back and regret passing up a chance to love them. So there you have it, those are my two reasons.


While at home with my family, I also realized, that there are people here I consider family. People I love, and want to spend time with as well. And I was ready to come back, get back to my life here. Yeah, I said it, I missed England.

America- the best country ever. The land of no round-a-bouts but plenty of jet puffed marshmallows. The land with lots of space, and well, um, land. I love America the most. I love the mountains, I love being able to see them instead of buildings. I think America rocks.

But I am so happy to be back in England.

It's been 6 months since I left. 6 months yesterday actually.

Which means there are 6 months left.

Which means if they go by as fast as the last six, pretty soon I will be writing to tell you I am leaving England, which is heart breaking, but also exciting.

love audrey.

Crazy England

I almost died today. haha but true story: So I am walking to ASDA (wal-mart) and if you have never been to england let me warn you that they really shouldn't be allowed to drive because they are crrrrrazy drivers. In fact I am massively astonished that more people don't die in accidents over here but anyways I am crossing the street from the right side over to the left and I look both ways (thumbs up) and its all good but one car is sort of close but if I run I can totally make so thats my plan and I am almost to the other side when I realize MY FLIP FLIP HAD FELL OFF in the middle and the car was in the lane closest to me but I turned back out of instinct for my forgotten flip flop I suppose, and that car almost hits me. then I retrieve flip flop and decided to go back to where I came from (the right side of the street) so I look to the right-no cars! so I am good but I forget that HELLO I am in England and the car is coming from the other direction and yeah all of a sudden there is a horn being honked and I look left and AHHHHHHHHHH little red car! I step back just in time and they called me a pig :(-is that what they call stupid people who run across the street and leave their shoe in the middle and then almost die twice? I guess so. and anyways it took me a few minutes (or maybe like 15) to recover and work up the bravery to continue to destination. Good times. But Jesus saved my ridiculousness from death slash injury. Which is a bonus. Then tonight Kimberly, Jason, and I went to Soul Survivor which is a non-denominational church woship service I believe...but it was AWESOME I am so glad I went, it was a lot of good music and prayer and a short worship talk. Good stuff. Good Jesus time. Loved it. Going back for sure.