Hard Times I Guess are Still Good?

This past week was a pretty difficult week. It started off by saying good-bye to Spencer and Alrika who came to visit for the weekend. I loved having them here but at the same time it was really hard to see them leaving me. I also heard some great news that Nathanael was going to be moving to Bermuda but that just made me want him to be here with me now. The previous week was a really great week and I wanted another one to be just like it. But as the days were going by it was not getting any better. I was able to work outside some which I really enjoy because the area reminds me a lot of Colorado. Another day went by and I still was not feeling any better, just down in the dumps. Margaret went to the grocery store while I stayed at home and worked a little bit more. I longed to go with her, to leave the farm and see people that I did not know. I think that is my favorite part of my day, when I get to leave the farm to go with Margaret on some journey. Sometimes I imagine what it would be like to live in the houses I see. They are all so old made out of rotting wood, sometimes, and lined with beautiful red flowers. Thursday was probably the worst day out of the week. I woke up feeling ok but as the morning went on I was feeling sick. I worked through the morning because I was not sick enough to quit. For lunch, I tried to take a nap but couldn't. I was looking forward to a short afternoon because Thursdays I usually work less. Come to find out, I was mistaken and it is only every other Thursday that I work less. Margaret said I could quit earlier than normal and I gladly took her up on the offer. Instead of going for my usual run I decided it would be a good idea to let my body rest. I took my book and laid in a chair. I was out in no time. It was about 2 hours later that I woke up feeling better, refreshed, like a new person. I think my body had just been sleep deprived. I have not been sleeping very well in my room. For one thing it is too hot sometimes and another I don't like going to my room because I feel so far away from the family. Saturday was a great day. Even though I spent the morning helping Margaret prepare some food for Sunday, I was able to get out of Fullinsdorf. Debbie, my committee leader, invited me to go shopping with her in Basel. I bought a purple purse and she some face wash. We ended up not taking too long in the city so she invited me over to hang out at her house. We painted some canvases blue and white for her blue and white room, I helped her with her Sunday School lesson, and then we are dinner with her parents. Her mother prepared a wonderful meal of mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, salad, and rabbit. It was so delicious. We then had a lemony dessert, coffee, and Basel Lakerli (a famous cookie for the area), spending the rest of the time chatting. I enjoyed the conversation because I felt normal again, like an adult who could communicate. The family did not speak in English the whole time, which I am use to, but I enjoyed just being in their presence. Today, I am going to church and hoping I will meet someone from the youth group. Last week I was suppose to go to the youth group but was too nervous because I did not know anyone. Usually, I am not afraid of meeting new people. But not knowing the language adds another dimension. Please pray that this week I have the courage to go and meet new people. I think it is very important that I do that to get out and fill my needs of meeting people.