I have my sister's old room

The room is blue, but my dad and I are going to repaint the chipped and faded walls in a few weeks. Until then, my belongings have collected around the room's perimeter like hesitant cobwebs. It was odd to pack everything from my room in Fulton and see it resurface in my life, in a new room, in Pennsylvania, out of boxes and into the light. I don't like owning so much stuff. But I'm so blessed to have it. This is the big paradox.

Home has been good to me. Last night, after asking me what I'd want for my first dinner at home, my Mom made crepes. We had strawberries, fresh whipped cream, and Nutella. My Dad made some decaf and we ate outside, my family and two friends. Earlier, my brother William had strung christmas lights on the fence, and it grew dark but ever cozier. I brought out Sarah's brother's banjo and we sang for a little bit, and two more friends joined us. Just when I was becoming afraid that I'd spend my summer missing Gordon's community, this sweet experience of togetherness and beauty happened. I was really comforted.

How is it? How are Wisconsin, Tennessee, Massachusetts, Virginia, California and Pitney Road? I praise the Lord for each of you. Do write, friends. It'll be so good to keep our spirits together.

Love,

Hannah