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planning, planning....

Sometimes I wonder if all this planning is a good thing, or just getting my hopes up higher than they need to be....

Sweet hubby and I want to take a trip to Scotland this summer. I have a couple of friends from when I lived there in 2003/4 that we would like to visit. This would be our first international trip together since married that isn't a trip to visit sweet hubby's family in Chile.

The thing is....I'm excited about the idea, but nervous about the actuality. It has been 7 years since I lived in Scotland (and boy, does that make me feel old). We are not the best at managing our finances....wait...I think that has come up here before, that we are on a spending freeze and trying to cut some of our bills back, and all of those sorts of things....

So we are making contacts with old friends, scouting plane ticket prices, and dreaming our way into a little bit of anxiety. It feels so premature -- we wouldn't be traveling until mid-late summer, and here we are only in February....But the time to buy plane tickets is always much earlier than the intended travel date.

It is definitely something to be looked forward to, but hopefully with less anxiousness and more eagerness.

And magical roommate of mine, I can't wait to see you again -- I credit you with some of my most amazing encounters with God, in the best way possible. You demonstrated faith and provision to me when my world felt like it was falling apart, accepting me even before you met me, and loving me and taking care of me in ways that I will never be able to understand. I am SUPER EXCITED to get to visit you this summer, and will do all that I can to make sure it happens.

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