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We went to San Diego yesterday to see Tom's mom and step-dad. San Diego is beautiful! We rarely get out of Pasadena, so it was nice to take a drive and appreciate a bit of what we live amongst. While we were walking along the coast outside our hotel, I told Tom "I think we should take a vacation to California this summer!" Yes, we obviously live here, but we do not experience it enough. Lack of time and money keep us in a clearly defined box connected by our house, Fuller, my school and the grocery store. Hopefully this summer we can branch out of that a little bit.

School has been tough lately, and I haven't felt like a very good teacher. Friday was the worst, which is strange, because I had several students tell me on Friday how much they love me. But I can't help but wonder if they just like me because I am easy on them. I don't know how much I am challenging them, and I hate that.

We are still sucking at finding a church. We've been visiting one lately which we do enjoy, but getting involved has been tough. I would do anything for a small group right now. How I wish I could fly to Austin every week and go to Corey and Sommer's life group! I miss community so much, yet it seems so scary and difficult to actually find one here.

I also need to start working out. I am not fitting into my clothes. At all. So I think I'm going to try to start running after work.

On a non-complaining note, my mom is coming to see me this week! It will be so good to have her here. The puppies are very excited about seeing their grandma. They loooovvvve their grandma!

Anyway, enough rambling. I need to get started on the laundry.

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  1. I wish you could fly in every week too. That would be awesome.

    It'll happen though. You will find a place and it will be awesome.

    Love you.

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