"there's no place like home"

Heading off for Kansas in 15 minutes. . . I am so tired. I always have this feeling on the plane. An unearthly exhaustion, a swimming head, black under my eyes and feel a little detatched from everything around me. I don't know if Em has a computer, but I'll try to post at least once so ya'll can keep updated on my highly-amusing life (okay, not really).

I've had an interesting past couple of days. . . I spent most of my mid-afternoon yesterday in the world of crafts, fabric and thriftstores. . .it brought back a world of memories. I was amazed at how quickly I fell back into it. All these knew ideas and inventing all sorts of ideas in my head as I walked around. It's like a treasure hunt. Kind of like missionary work actually. Finding something a bit off colored among everything that's there. . . looking at it, analyzing it and seeing that with a bit of work, there lies a tremendous potential. Okay, so I'm a dorky RM. But I talked to Irene from Hildalgo, Mexico yesterday. She told me about job descrimination and how much she misses her country. A common story and a rather sad one. Invited her to come to church but what I pity I had no pass along card!