Record Keeping

I suck at keeping records of anything. Like medical bills. I just don't see why one should keep track of them. I used to write in my journal every single night when I was in middle school and most of the way through high school. Then work, school, friends and late nights happened and I just stopped. I have never been back in the habit except for when I was a missionary in England.

 I feel like my memory has forgotten so many of the moments I swore I would remember forever. Like the time I moved to Santa Barbara and didn't know where I would sleep the night I drove into town. What was I thinking when I did that? Had I totally lost my mind? I guess we'll never really know. Or what about the time I met Thomas and we fell in love. In Albuquerque. It was random and exciting and made my head spin but I am sad I don't have a more detailed record of that time. We also moved all the way across the country to Boston and went on an amazing cruise and have been on more trips that my poor battered suitcase could handle. We've had so many adventures together and somehow I have yet to fill the journal I bought about 3 or 4 years ago. So here it goes, another attempt and probably another fail at keeping records but hey, I am gonna try. 

This is the Dr. and me. We are in the woods of New Hampshire being what the New Englanders call "Leaf Peepers". I didn't realize how lovely fall was until I lived in perpetual summer and palm trees for almost 4 years. I miss the warm winters of Santa Barbara but I think I could get used to fall in New England.

My friend Melanie also came for a visit recently. Don't worry, I realize my eyes are closed. You are going to see a lot more pictures like this one. I must have inherited my dad's inability to keep his eyes open in pictures. Classy.