be still my soul: so many pictures

I'm sitting in my old bedroom in Houston, Texas. I don't do this very often... and I can't stop listening to a song by Edward Sharpe and the something somethings. The chorus sings, "home is where ever I am with you". The song is very southern American, in a hipster/country/rock sort of way. It is fitting because I am home, but Nate isn't with me right now... so it's not my home anymore. Nate is out scouting out our future home.

He's in Kansas City interviewing for residency. So far he has interviewed in Honolulu, Iowa City, Omaha and now Kansas City. Friday he interviews in Wichita and then next Monday in Salt Lake with the U. We won't know where we will spend the next four years until March. I just pray that we are connected with a program where Nate can grow and be happy. I don't care if it is in Honolulu or Omaha. I just hope he finds something good and true.

Here are a few photos taken along the way.

USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor

Pearl Harbor

My mom waited until this weekend to celebrate Thanksgiving. A few of my nieces and nephews.

nieces and nephews

I wanted Nate to see where I grew up. We walked along the Buffalo Bayou that winds under downtown city traffic. We walked by Houston's occupy wall street demonstration... I took him to Memorial Park, the Museum District and Transco tower's water wall. As a teenager we used to drive downtown and wander around these places when we were bored. We tried to pretend we were urban kids... but really we were so very suburban.

the temple

We sat in front of my dear friend Lara at the Polynesian Cultural Centre. This is the three of us after a day at the beach the next day. We went kayaking and played in the waves on boogie boards. We swam with a turtle and bloodied our hands and knees on the coral.