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A watch is always too fast or too slow.

'Oh! Do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch.'
-Mansfield Park
                   -Jane Austen 

One month ago I stepped onto British soil. I had no idea what to expect when I walked through the arrival gate. Leaving everything I knew behind; the comfort and peace that comes with familiarity, family, friends, my own car and independence was chucked out the window. I had to breath deep and pray it was going to be all worth it. Without a doubt I can say this decision was the right one, no matter what lack of sleep, introverted time and 'control' (not having my car :/ ) may suggest to me was a foolish decision, I know that the friends, experiences, growth in maturity and serving God this year will provide me with enough sweet to help with the bitter taste leaving home brought. 

Thank you to all of you who helped me make this very difficult and amazing choice. Through your wisdom, listening ears, shoulders to cry on, prayers, encouraging words, your support has meant more to me then you will ever understand. 

Here are a few random pictures of my time here thus far. 


Sun rising as we get closer to Iceland

Iceland!
                                     
                                                           Waiting to depart for England

      
 Dana told me Iceland air was funny... they sure are!


England!
I am still kicking myself for not getting my camera back out as we flew over London, it was perfectly clear and I could see Parliament, the London Eye etc, it all looked so small, like I could reach out and touch it. Such a different perspective from above it all!

I have been blessed with some amazing young ladies who are interns in different capacities as well and have become dear friends already!





I was eager to get to London so the first Saturday we had off 'K' and I went!
We went to the Victoria and Albert Museum and the stores Selfridge & Co and Liberty. 






 The V&A Museum 







Last years intern has returned to work in the area and we are blessed to become friends with her!


I will do my best to be more faithful with updates and stories!
Much love! xxoxo





 

Comments

  1. d.10 October 2013 at 16:33

    They are funny on Icelandair aren't they! I remember the headrest saying something ridiculous too. Glad to see you are making some great friends and seeing the sites. I'm sure it is starting to feel like a new kind of home.

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