Thursday, August 15, 2013

New home, new blog.

Hi friends.  We are back living in the US, and I've begun writing at a new location. You can find me at

Hope to see you over there :)

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

We Three.

"We Three."

Saturday night.
Feeling empty.
Craving coffee.
(craving connection.)
Deciding to try.
Two yes’?
Bus ride.
Two smiling faces.
Coffee, hot chocolate, italian soda.
Food court.
A LOT of people.
Empty table found. 
Three seats filled.
Walls crashing down.
More laughter.
Funny puns.
Even funnier puns.
Serious conversation.
Light conversation.
Still laughing.
Hours passing.
Busy cafeteria emptying.
Chairs being stacked.
Clock nearing midnight.
Parking garage.
Little blue car.
One smiling face leaving.
More driving.
Hearts spilling.
Little blue car pulling away.
Joy in heart.
Laughter still on lips.
Feeling restored.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

'Burned and blazed.'

"Words on a Tombstone"

Do practical things if you want your tombstone to read,

"They were practical."

Do what makes sense if you think it should say,

"Their life made sense."

Do what the world wants if you believe in the epitaph,

"They did what the world wanted them to do."

But if you want it to read,

"They lived every second they were given
and touched the sky every chance they had,
they burned and blazed in all the colours the eye can see,
and left a hole shaped like them in the world
when they left."

Then do something else.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Springtime Update.

One year ago, we left our home in Michigan for a life in Central Asia.  I was excited, pregnant, nervous, hopeful, optimistic, and a little scared!  It is so weird to think that a full rotation around the sun has already taken place since last May, but, that’s how life always feels, isn’t it?

My “Five Year Journal” tells me what I was doing each day of May last year.  Instead of reliving the excitement as I make my way through the journal, a weird sinking feeling sets into my abdomen. I knew this would be a difficult year but I suppose I didn’t fully understand just how challenging it would be.  How much I would change.  I guess I was naive (hopfeul?) to think that all of the changes that would take place would be positive, wasn’t I?  Ah well... it’s ok.  If I had come here pessimistically, surely I wouldn’t have survived.  Sometimes, ignorance really can be bliss :-P.

Lets see... how have I changed?  I guess I could start with the positive changes I can see in myself... For example, I can cook now! and not just open-this-can-and-this-box-and-mix-it-together kind of cooking.  Like, homemade cooking, people.  I mean, I can make my own croutons and cream of mushroom soup!  Not that those are particularly difficult foods to manage, but considering we lived off of eating out and pasta in America, I am impressed with myself haha.  What else? Umm, I can take a bus.  I can take a bus with a stroller.  I can carry on a conversation in another language.  I can walk a long distance in high heels.  I can function off of 4 hour chunks of sleep.  I can do receipts and manage our finances.  I can see the good in normal things I wouldn’t have thought twice about in America, and I have learned how to celebrate every bit of joy that comes with any positive experience.  My heart has grown at least 3 sizes because of the little girl that I birthed in November.  Regardless of how difficult a situation is, once it has passed, I can always find a way to laugh about it.  I’ve learned an entirely new level of being a good friend to others and what ‘being there’ for someone really means.

On the other side, I’m much more cynical than I was before.  I would estimate that 1/3 of my Facebook Friends are ‘hidden’ from my feed because I just don’t have the patience for the amount of whining and complaining that some people do.  (My tolerance level for bad attitudes is at an all time low.)  I’m less hopeful about what our life can mean and be here.  I spend a lot of time on the internet because sometimes being connected to America is the only thing that keeps me sane (Here’s looking at you, Skype and FaceTime!).  I didn’t realize my adult self was still capable of having temper tantrums but, unfortunately, I am.  When I am struggling and there is no obvious reason for it, my brain usually settles on just being mad at Josh.  I actually feel further from God now than I did when I got here.

Overall, I think the positives are outweighing the negatives.  I’m thankful for this journey.  It has forced me to understand myself in new and deeper ways.  It has forced me far enough outside of my comfort zone on a consistent basis that my comfort zone is much wider than it ever was in the past.  I’ve realized that I AM brave, and that I am both stronger and weaker than I thought I was.  

I think I am finding a healthy balance of how to be ‘Leslie’ in another culture, while still embracing and respecting this culture for its own social norms.  I wear clothes with color.  I say “Thank you” to the bus drivers.  I dance in the elevator when I’m in it alone because everyone is so serious in this city and sometimes, I just need to be silly.  I smile at people on the street. I make small talk with the workers at our coffee shop even though they don’t talk back very much. (Though my friendliness gets me extra stamps on my ‘frequent visitor’ card from time to time).  I still write blog posts... although they must remain unpublished.  I’m still me, just a different ‘me’ than I was a year ago.

I am starting this next year of life here with a more, shall we say, cautious hope.  I can only imagine what this year holds. (Travels... struggles... pregnancy #2.... visits from friends and family...?). It is, of course, very nice to be back in this space... even if it’s just for a brief visit.  As always, thank you for reading!

Friday, October 26, 2012

'Zee Bump.

Well, hello!

It's been a long time since I've seen this space.  Well, a long time since I've seen this space and been able to actually post what I've written. 

Life in our little family is going quite well overseas, but I am currently on a short hiatus from our foreign home to have our baby!  I flew 22 hours last Wednesday - at 35 weeks pregnant - to make it back to our little hometown to await the arrival of our sweet daughter... yes, daughter!  (Oh and if you're wondering if extremely pregnant women get upgraded to empty seats in first class like I was, they don't.)  Josh is flying back on November 7 and our little Piper Grace should be here some time around the 21st of November.

I've taken several pics of 'the bump' along the way, and I just wanted a place to compile them.  Now that I'm back in the US and I think blogging is ok for a couple of months, I'm going to go ahead and post a few here :)

I hope you're all doing well!  It's exciting to be able to share a little bit of life with you, again :)

11 weeks. 
When I first felt like I kinda maybe sorta saw a bump.

17 weeks

18 weeks

19 weeks.
This is when people started giving up their seats for me on the bus :)

20 weeks! Halfway!

22 weeks.

On my way to a baby shower thrown by my friends. 
This is also the day Josh felt Piper kick for the first time :)
It's also the only time I have ever worn red lipstick during our time overseas, ha!

24 Weeks.
Walking on the Boulevard.

25 weeks.
In Istanbul on the Sea of Marmara

 29 Weeks....


 31 weeks

33 weeks and a belly button that popped! 

34 weeks.

Josh made it home when I was exactly 38 weeks pregnant!

We had some unnaturally beautiful weather in November, so Josh and Brad hung Christmas lights and I sat outside and watched.

Sometime in the 39th week, Josh and I started walking to the movie theater that was two miles away to see movies.  Partially because we are walkers now that we live in a big city AND, we totally wanted to 'walk that baby out'!  It was cold, so I couldn't button my coat all of the way, haha.

Posing with my 'big' sister. She was already working on her bond with Piper :)

The last pictures I have of my bump are shadows. These pictures were taken at 39 weeks 4 days into my pregnancy.  Piper came two days later!