Unfortunately, I think I'm now an adult

So, as of yesterday, I've been back home for 2 weeks. 2 very weird, long, strange, jam-packed weeks.  And I'll be leaving in 2 days (before 6am, no less) for what supposedly is the last step of my YASC journey. I don't think I can accurately describe what it feels like, what it means to be home. But I do know that, more than any other single thing, most people have opened a conversation with "Welcome home! How was your trip?" For the first part, I am glad.  I am grateful and lucky to come back to such supportive communities, friends, and family, but that second question causes something else.  While I try my best to keep my smile outwardly the same, inside I have a furrowed brow, a head tilt, and a mental voice saying "Really?!?!?" Because, for starters, this wasn't a "trip".  Also, can anyone easily sum up an entire year that is inherently life altering, while it's still happening? You don't ask a mom at her kids first birthd

So, back to the USA.  And after less than one week home, I had convention for the diocese of Southwest Florida.  Here's the link to find my talk: http://episcopalswfl.org/dfc/newsdetail_2/3181691 I can be found a bit faster with these guides: Morning Session Time marker 02:32:25 If you are a member of the diocese in Southwest Florida and would like to talk to me further about speaking at your parish or group event, please use the "Get in Touch" option on this page. If you are not located in Southwest Florida, but still wish to get in touch and talk further, I am also happy to consider doing Skype or Live broadcasts with groups further away. Otherwise, I do promise to post more blog updates and such after this, because there is, of course, much to tell, but I think I need to do it on a week without a convention, a farewell dinner (for someone else this time), Wednesday night church service, 2 appointments, some errands, 6 doctor visits, making a skirt, and a bir