Yup. Late. Again. Sorry 'bout that.
You see, I *want* to blog, but my time management lately has been a bit poor as, of course you know, part of my day is spent on Skype with my love (which is going fantastic, btw. Can I tell you how ridiculously in love I am?). And one of these days I'll stop apologizing for not writing, assuming that you'll get used to the fact and forgive me anyways.
So, let me go a bit backwards and catch you up on what I last wrote about....
We had gramma's service; it was typical services (I guess?). Scripture reading, memories, life timelines and events. I even learned a couple things about my gram that day (well, her and grandpa both). And it was nice to visit after with family and socialize a bit. I got to see relatives I haven't seen in years (that I used to be close to; cousins, etc). I got to tell one of my uncles (gram's brother) that I'm moving overseas. This conversation was interesting; I felt compelled to tell a man I haven't been close to at all that I was moving back "home". I felt he had to know this. I don't know why. I haven't been close to that side of the family; not by choice, but by geography, difficulty of visits, etc. I've always missed them, though. Like a strange void that has constantly wanted to be filled. The memories of my visits with them when I was a child are still vibrant in my head. I've clung onto them. They were the most... stress-free, family-filled, feeling-whole times of my childhood (I think I just realized why I've clung onto them). They were times I.. got to be a kid. So perhaps my need to tell my uncle a significant life moment is my attempt to tie myself to that side of the family more.
Twelve of us went out for a family dinner after. That was nice, too. Casual, nothing fancy.
I received a couple items from my aunt that evening that were my gram's; a Dutch bible (even more reason to learn the language), a teacup and saucer (that so reminds me of having tea with them when I was younger) and a couple of silver spoons (one with pretty scroll work with the letter 'E' for grandpa's name, and one with a Dutch.. monument/important land build of sorts). You can tell they've been well used for said tea in teacup :) I'm already thinking how to pack the china when I go, as I'll take it with me.
Baking has been next to non-existent. Bleh. I have no excuse for this. I have no reason to bake, really, hence the no baking. I should be experimenting with recipes.. but.. I'm not. I do have one Christmas order to do that I should be working on and pricing. /procrastinating
Oh, the aforementioned conversation with my parents about W. went really well. They were supportive. They listened. They offered opinion.
The language. Oh, the language. *sigh* I'm struggling. Have I mentioned this? I don't remember. I am, to be fair, making it more difficult than it is. I'm not sure why. 'Cause so much is at stake, I think. Learning past languages has been fun because I've wanted to learn them out of curiosity and enjoyment. This I have to learn not just out of curiosity and enjoyment, but necessity. So.. I'm fighting it. And it's ridiculous, because I know it's all in my head. I know. I've read or heard that other people struggle with it, so I think I have to struggle with it. This is crap, because I know I'm intelligent enough to absorb the language. There are times I find myself relaxing about it and it goes a bit more with ease, but those moments are still too far and few between. If you have any experience learning a new language, I'd love to hear your stories.
Also, I just unpacked today (even though it arrived a few days ago) a parcel I bought online for Black Friday sales; luggage. I just unpacked it out of the box; almost as if I've created certain processing times for it in my head. It's sitting out all pretty and red in my living room.