cutting back.
Lately I've been ready to head back to America. Not because I don't like Norway or the students here but because I miss things. I miss calling people and it being the same time zone. I miss being in spring in the month of March. I miss biscuits and gravy. But most of all I miss my support group of people. My best friend Andrea has enlightened me to the concept of community. I've always valued it, I just never knew it's name. But I do now and I miss community. I'm always fairly open and honest and I guess I might as well continue being honest. So here goes, I miss being near my community who encourage me to find out more about who God wants me to be, my community who make me laugh at silliness, my community of people who challenge me to think outside of who I am yet they don't push me. We talk and we grow together at the same time. I miss having conversations about God that don't always have to be rooted in doctrine or some strange new rule. I miss the though...