It feels like home

The days of summer have finally dwindled down to nothingness. As the weekend comes to an end I find myself doing everything to set-up for a successful week.

What does that exactly mean? Well it means starting off with some Saturday morning pancakes. A tradition I started last school year, pancakes every Saturday. This was followed by some cleaning and baking. Then I was interrupted by a rude very welcomed phone call to go riding some ponies.

Yes, you read correctly I went with three of my friends on a horseback riding adventure on a perfect weekend afternoon.



Our host even decided to give us a little show!  I was to slow for a picture when he rode backwards.



This last picture is for my family. When we went on our motorcycle ride earlier in the summer this dam was rushing with water. It just goes to show how low the water level is.

After a day on the horses, yes I nearly fell when I got off. It was a long day on them and my body is not used to it, nor is it used to the feeling the day after either. Church sittin is tough when you have saddle butt. We had a friend’s birthday party to attend Saturday evening. Not only was it a monumental birthday, 25! She will also be leaving to go back to school, summer was ending, and it was a great night (perfect weather) for grilling out and sitting around a bon fire. Along with several other shenanigans that happened too.

Let me tell you why the transition to "grown up life" was so easy for me. This town and the people that live in it are so similar to good old Sioux Center that it is ridiculous.

Saturday while driving around town to get the goods for riding, doughnut holes, beverages, and just killing time, they were shouting out the car windows and saying hello to everyone we passed. Not to be obnoxious but because they knew everyone! Followed by some mellow, one with nature adventures, which was followed by food, friends, fun, and fire. Sounds like home, feels like home. I'm going to elaborate on the fun part for a second. Picture with me a cooler that has wheels and a handle, pretty much a Radio Flyer Wagon. Now imagine a driveway tucked away with an incline. Yes, we were riding the cooler down the driveway into the ditch. If any of you know my family, brother and cousins, you know that this would be something they would do as well. So it should not come to a surprise to you that when I was told it was my turn, get on the cooler. I kindly declined saying, I have a brother and cousins, and I am the baby. I am not stupid and not riding. :) They all survived with some minor scratches and some more memories to tuck away to reminisce about in years to come.   

As the school year has started, the kids come on Tuesday, and I start this new position I am worried, stressed, an still a little bit in denial that it is all a change.  However, I have the reassurance that it will all be alright.  I have a great support system back home and I have am surrounded by great people in this new home.  I’m gonna be alright!

"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him" Romans 8:28