Stranger than Fiction

What a week it's been! A couple moments this week I felt like we lived in a movie mostly because that is the only way I could process what was happening. With the bombings on Monday everyone here was a little unnerved. The news went nonstop coverage on the bombs and we all hoped for some answers. Then Friday morning I woke up to a voicemail from my boss with the news that we were under lock down and work and school was cancelled. As happy as I was to have a day off of work it was taxing mentally and I almost wished I had work to do to distract myself. I did rather well at the beginning of the day as nothing really felt real. Then as the day went on there were no answers and it was anybody's guess as to how long we would have to deal with a terrorist threat. On top of that after we fixed dinner I burnt a brownie in the microwave and smoke was everywhere in our kitchen. Luckily we are in an old house and not in a new apt with an over-sensative  smoke detector. I was so worried the alarm was going to go off and it would become a huge issue since we were under lock down. By the time they found the guy I had lost my nerves and felt that at any moment someone would come through the windows and attack us. That was our terrorist day. I'm realizing that there are multiple reasons to have a 72 hour kit-hurricanes, snow storms, loss of power, and terrorist threats.

By Saturday we were so ready for life to get back to normal, which it did, until today. We went to visit our friend Aaron who is in the naval base in Newport, RI. It was so good to see him and such a sunny and beautiful drive. We were driving home on the highway having a nice chat in our car when we go over a moderately sized bump (not unusual here) and then we hear a whoosh when I look in the side view mirror to see our back windshield window flying in the air twisting and Jason saw it crash into a thousand pieces when it hit the road. Stunned, we pulled over to the side of the road. Luckily no one was hurt and so we just drove home with our back window completely taken out. We have no idea what happened. In my inability to cope with things I had to hold back a laugh, I mean how does the back window just completely come off? Who knows but now we have to figure out how to fix it. Just the cherry on top to our terrorist threat, finals, job hunting, and life decisions. Isn't it great. I look back at this week flipping back and forth from tragedy to comedy. Mostly comedy when I think about the window. Oh what a memorable week! (I PROMISE my next post will be happy :) )

There's no place like home

Okay so apparently I'm really bad at updating this blog. Sometimes it just takes so much to write! Also I've been pretty philosophical lately so I apologize if it appears that way in the post. The philosophical me generally comes out when I'm about to fall asleep which frustrates Jason to no end so maybe I've just been really tired the last couple days...Anyway, this last week I went to Utah to visit my brother before he left on his mission and it was wonderful. First of all I'm so proud of my brother who will be serving in Hungary Budapest for the next two years! It was hard to say goodbye to him but ironically I think I will actually hear more from him now that he's gone. I already wrote him his first letter so who's the best sister ever?

As hard as it was to leave Stephen it was even harder to leave Utah. It was a good thing Jason had to stay in Boston for school because otherwise I might not have come back. With Jason being here in Boston it was so weird to fly into Utah. When I landed I felt like I was torn between two places but neither place really claimed me as home anymore. It's so strange to visit Utah instead of fly home to Utah. Before, my family and my home have always coincided and now they are separating and I kind of went to panic mode when I had to fly back to Boston. Utah represents everything comfortable and everything I've ever known. You people who live there have no idea how nice it is to be able to talk to someone while you're driving because driving is easy, or how nice it is to lay on the floor because there's carpet, or how lovely it is to grocery shop because you can park and there are no people. Then of course there's the perks of being close to mom which includes a full fridge of delicious food that I haven't had in forever, my hair dresser that I love, my beloved piano and a treadmill, a sister and mom to shop with, family and friends, basically everything that makes me happy, all in one place except for one. Jason was really close to being outnumbered. He still won though so no worries there. When I flew back to Boston I felt like I was sacrificing everything for what? Doing something hard so I can, oh I don't know, grow into a better person I guess. After being back for a few days I'm definitely climatizing again and things are getting less dramatic. I like it here, I really do. Boston definitely has it perks sometimes you just have to look harder. Like these spring flowers...