I have been looking at my photos from home and feeling melancholy. I know that since I moved here I complain about missing home. The truth is, I really do miss it. Everyday. Right now there is a sand storm here and it's hard to breathe. The landscape is yellow and dry. Work is also taking a toll. Sometimes I feel that I have taken on way too much. I do more because it's hard for me to see that something that can be improved and not do something about it. I miss Whitford (the school I worked at last year); it was organized, there were clear guidelines, and I felt support from my peers and administration. It was so much easier! I feel like this place is not a good fit for me and it makes me sad. I know Gabbie is not happy as well. At the end of it all I am optimistic that we will take away something great from all of this. Just right now it kinda feels like Hades.
The pictures are of the things I miss most: doing yard work around my house, river rafting and fishing with my friends, going camping in our van, the cabin, and going to the river with my wife.