in the last few months before we left ventura, tim and i discovered the glories of this bagel shop by our house. it's called 'bagel rock coffee' and was our favorite place to go on saturday mornings. we'd roll out of bed late and walk over to the shop to get bagels and coffee. the guys were super nice and always remembered us, normally knowing what we wanted as soon as we walked in. the bagels were warm, the coffee was decent and it was the best way to spend saturday together. we'd take it home and have our breakfast while we played video games or whatever.

i really miss that. i miss our friends, some of you are like family to us. i miss weird things about ventura and LA.

now our only day off together is on sundays and we're finding a new groove. but, i really really miss those saturday morning strolls to bagel rock.

we're slowly settling in and finding some new places like bagel rock. we found a church we like enough to give it a shot for a while and i'm really stoked on that. we're learning our way around town and finding our favorite places for coffee and bagels and burritos. these are a lot of the things that make a place home for me. i like that.

boise has this really charming thing where almost every place we go into- store or restaurant or whatever- the people are so so nice. i've had completely lovely conversations with the gas station clerks, my bagger at the grocery store and the kid at hollywood video. thanks for that, boise.

it's been 4 months since we moved, almost to the day. i'm so glad we did this. it's been an incredible journey and adventure and even in the moments where i miss ventura, there aren't any regrets. but man, we can't wait to come back to visit!

i just re-read this quote that i love. for someone like me, who can be so prone to cynicism, it's a great reminder.

"A child kicks its legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, Do it again; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough... It is possible that God says every morning, Do it again, to the sun; and every evening, Do it again, to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike: it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we."

--G. K. Chesterton

it makes me happier than i can say quite right. i especially love the idea that maybe  God makes every daisy separately but has never grown tired of making them.  what does that mean for me? it's like that worship song "you make everything glorious, what does that make me?"

*warm spring evening walks
*blossoming trees
*farmer's markets
*library smell
*getting tucked in at night by tim
*visits with friends
*post workout tired
*vermicelli noodles
*red
*spring and summer shoes