medical records.

Okay, so here you can kinda see the day after damage...

and also that I haven't shaved for a bit, minor detail.

from my toes to midcalf, lots of swelling. and bruising.

smash.

On the way to play a lovely game of soccer, I decided it was a good idea to test out Andre's new and improved longboard ...so after a two second long board endeavor, I sprained my ankle. Unfortunately, it wasn't one of those cutesy sprains that you wrap in an ace bandage and hoble around till you forget about it like in 1st grade. It swelled up in 10 minutes to a nice round ankle (estimation, half a tenis ball), so today I am on crutches and hoping to be rid of them in a couple days. I have gone through more Tylenol then I do in a year and feel quite useless.
Prayers for a good night sleep tonight and good humor as relay my not so flattering story.

"I'm out"

Today we played some volleyball... then.

I went swimming in the sea.

Behind a factory.

Fully clothed.

repeat 3 times.
I forgot it was salty.

The ladder we climbed up was super sketchy and we all got barnacle cuts.

It was quite delightful and I got some crazy out of my blood.

Then we rolled down a hill.

Then I left, by myself suddenly. Only saying a quick "I'm out." I guess no one really heard me. I think I have a brain malfunction of some sort because I do this. Totally engaged one second and then abruptly I feel the need to leave, in that minute. Impulsive and unpredictable, generally it comes off as rude or moodiness, both wrong but understandable and two qualities which I would rather not be associated with.

home.

in exactly 1 month,

I will put my two feet on Alaska's face.

woohoo.

music: HOME by Edward Sharp and the Magnetic Zeros

(This has been a favorite for a while but now it is my most favoritest.)

reverse.

When you look up synonyms for reverse, a thesaurus will give you: backward, invert, upside down, turn inside out, swap, switch, veto, and over ride. But none of them mean the exact same.
I am experiencing reverse culture shock, but it isn't completely reverse because this isn't my home culture either. To make matters more complicated I am in a multicultural home and all 25 of us are experiencing the same thing.

Over all it is splendid to be reunited with my lovely friends, to have a closet, and feel at home. However, when I am alone I feel quite restless. This morning I awoke to two sick and sleeping roommates. I wanted to shower and get dressed but I couldn't choose from my closet, I wanted to pull my dirty clothes from outreach out of the hamper. I wanted the all too familiar jeans that I had worn nearly everyday on outreach because I no longer had the capacity to choose. Then I got super sad over this and stood, just standing, looking, into a closet full of clothing. Then I stared at Katie, willing her to wake up so she could instruct me on what to wear. This didn't work and by then I was incredibly confused and frustrated at being "such a girl" and have problems with a simple task that I got back into bed.

Another time today, I felt so out of place, I wanted to run away but I couldn't think of a single place I desired to go. So my cure was to watch a tv show on the internet for some free entertainment and a way to get my mind to stop.

I was feeling weird earlier so I talked with my friends and hung out, we are sharing our experiences and so confused about what was good and what was hard. Today was up and down and all around, it was suggested by Jostein that I write about is, so here it is, maybe you can make sense of the jabber.
hadet bra.

mmm what you say.

She asked me,"Deutsch or English."

I responded, "Yes."

doneions.

Outreach is over. Tomorrow, I will fly to Norway.

We have been doing debriefing in a cabin in the hills of Austria for 3 days.

It was really delightful! This morning, we were met at our door by a cute band dressed in traditional Austrian clothes! Each May 1st they go to each house and play for the people living there! It was the most lovely surprise!

Today, we drove back to Vienna, I drove for part of the time. It was quite fun to be behind the wheel again, but quite weird to drive a 9 passenger, crapped out van in a foreign country and guessing exactly what the signs mean, but I only did the easy part in the middle on A1 the whole time.

I am ready to go home to my home away from home, but so glad for the time we had. One more month and I will be flying home to AK. Time flies when you are having fun!

So, there it is outreach behind me, we have done so many different things: a program for previously homeless men, feeding people on the street, street art and evangelism, teaching about art and prophetic, youth groups, concerts, children's program, working at a coffee house, refugee camps, and my personal favorite (trumpet noise) English Club!