Scandalicious

One whole year. An entire rotation of the sun. 365 days.

I've been back in America for exactly a year today, and it is wierd to think about. Twelve short months ago I left the best friends in the world, a hell of a bloody habit (profanity) and a large spider population. I left to return to the good ole USofA and a bunch of amazing, beautiful experiences. (such as:)

Ordering a REFILLABLE glass of iced root beer.
Working for exactly four hours at Victoria Secret.
Blending fruit and juice for hours on end.
Falling in love with a Hispanic orphan.
Consuming large amounts of candy for EVERY holiday. (Columbus day is no exception).
Being teased relentlessly for my impractical foot apparel.
Awkward stares every time I laugh (wait, that happened in Oz too)
Having ten little munchkins follow me around like ducklings.
Building a pirate ship.
Chantico.
S'mores.
Daughter's Retreat! (!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Being able to work with the best ministry alive.
Being on staff with Jess. (okay, Scott's pretty cool as well ;)
Watching the MOST amazing, beautiful, anointed, gorgeous, divine women in the world chase after God in the process...