You can always go home.... but it might be strange
I have been home for about three weeks now and its going fast. This is not my first time leaving home for a while and I know that it is strange to come home sometimes but I forgot how it feels. I have been spending a lot of time at the beach and am so happy to have been able to do that. I spent a few days at the beach with a friend just hanging out, it was so great to be able to do that just relax and talk with an old friend. For the fourth of July weekend my parents, brothers and their wives all came down. We also had an aunt and uncle, a cousin and a cousin and his family able to make it to the beach for the weekend. When I am with family it is as if I never left that I am still the same person I was before but with some crazy stories. We were very lucky and had some great weather for the time we where there, we spent time playing crocket, bocce ball, flying kites, skim boarding (so really falling ) a few crazies even went surfing. The rest of the time was spent eating, drinking and being merry!
I have been home for about three weeks now and its going fast. This is not my first time leaving home for a while and I know that it is strange to come home sometimes but I forgot how it feels. I have been spending a lot of time at the beach and am so happy to have been able to do that. I spent a few days at the beach with a friend just hanging out, it was so great to be able to do that just relax and talk with an old friend. For the fourth of July weekend my parents, brothers and their wives all came down. We also had an aunt and uncle, a cousin and a cousin and his family able to make it to the beach for the weekend. When I am with family it is as if I never left that I am still the same person I was before but with some crazy stories. We were very lucky and had some great weather for the time we where there, we spent time playing crocket, bocce ball, flying kites, skim boarding (so really falling ) a few crazies even went surfing. The rest of the time was spent eating, drinking and being merry!
When I was growing up my dad’s family had a beach house on the Oregon coast because of various reasons we had to sell it when I was younger but that house, place and those times have shaped us all so much. A lot of the weekend was spent asking the question “ remember when…?” followed by laughs. It was fantastic. Unfortunately the weekend had to end and we all went our separate ways with promises to do this more often and to be better about calling. Since being back in the Portland area I have been able to meet up with a good friend from college.
One of the things that is strange being home is trying to explain what it is I’m doing. To explain what it is like and what the ship is doing for surgeries. To tell people where we are going next and to explain where Sierra Leone is in Africa. Despite it being hard to explain at times what it is all about and why they hell I would ever want to stay for a second year I love that people want to understand. That they know this is important to me and want to know more about it. That they might have zero interest in it but that they still want to know why it is something I am committed to.
Here are some photos from the weekend.
Our Grandma Wanda would always cry when we took photos so this is our "Grandma Crying face."
My sisters-in-laws!
My family!
Traditional cousin photos, we used to take one in height order and age order, until the older cousins complained.
Teaching the new Linderman's to love the beach and to build sandcastles!
Always need to have a campfire and smores.
Tessa skim boarding.
Me skim boarding.
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