Vancouver snow light

5 sleeps until I go home, 16 sleeps until Steven comes home, and 26 until Christmas!!

This is the snowiest november I have seen in quite a long time. It was weird coming home from rainy gray scotland to the white wonderland of Vancouver.
The last few days I've spent here in Vancouver, at my lovley friend Ashley's home. They have been restful days, although I'm still not quite over my jetlag and have been waking every morning at about 5 am, and then I'm exhausted by 9pm. I'm doing a good job of trying to keep myself up late though, so hopefully it wont last long.
Todays excitment was a wonderful long shopping trip to Value Village, where we spent several hours gathering and trying on all kinds of funky and frumpy and warm and wooly winter clothing. By the time we were finished Ash's car was completely iced over and we spent several very chilly minutes attempting to clear the windows. We finally gave up and drove a few blocks before everything was finally defrosted. They say on the radio we're supposed to get another 10cm overnight, so we're hoping Langara will be closed so no one has to go to school.
Tomorrow is also my little brother Isaacs birthday. He's turning 12 I believe, and we're going to see the Human Body exhibit at Science world.
Not overly exciting, but this is my life at the moment. And I'm thankful for it. I love being home and with the people I love. Im thankful for my friends and familly, even more thankful than before i left I believe.. One of the best parts of hopping around the world is coming home.
As you can tell im getting quite sleepy. Although we rented a movie to watch tonight, we spent too many hours organizing and researching wedding options and details and now are headed to bed.
Here's an awesome quote I've been thinking about today:

"Are we not perhaps all afraid in some way?
If we let Christ enter fully into our lives, if we open ourselves totally to Him, are we not afraid that He might take something away from us?
No! If we let Christ into our lives, we lose nothing, nothing, absolutley nothing of what makes life free, beautiful, and great. No! Only in this friendship do we experience beauty and liberation...Yes, open wide the doors to Christ - and you will find true life."
-Benedict XVI

today I've been thinking about...

Home. An elusive word, isnt it? It could mean anything, depending on your circumstance, your childhood, your current location. To some people a home is a house. But what makes a house a home? This is something I've been pondering lately. To me, home means love. Not only cozy fireplace cuddles or hot tea and a good conversation, but the knowledge and comfort that comes with knowing it will never leave. That whenever your wandering self decides enough is enough, home will be right where you left it, in the hearts and hugs of those you love. Home is where your heart is...Such a cliche phrase, but before it was, I think someone got it right.