we all float on

i think the novelty of this blog is wearing off. and i'm getting more uncomfortable with writing what i'm thinking all the time. i think i'm writing always wondering what readers are thinking- if they agree or disagree- if they think i'm crazy... that kind of thing. hopefully i can continue on in spite of those insecurities.

so i've been pre-closing at starbucks lately. which means i clean a lot. there are these three big sinks, one for rinsing, one for washing and one for re-rinsing. having my elbows deep in water in those big sinks makes me think of doing laundry at the moc (the missionaries of charity home i volunteered at in rio)- the day i washed loads of laundry in that weird smelling water, wondering if the sheets and clothing i was washing had been peed in :) haha. that was a neat day- doing what the sisters do everyday, learning about real self-abandon and sacrifice. plus that was the day we met marcos for the first time i think. oh marcos, he was a trip. i don't have constant memories of that time anymore. so i love when something triggers, i just let myself give into the memory and all the faces and experiences that are associated with each one. i wish i had a picture of moc- it's such a serene place, with it's high walls and open garden, calm yellow walls and the sweet sisters in white and blue.

i had a fun night last night with friends. we did all kinds of stuff. i haven't been out and done anything in a long time... ha. so it was a good time. hopefully more of those to come. ohhh, our group that is small. :)