So as some people might that know me might know or if you car to know my parents are moving... yeah moving... But i'm not going with them... which is a little or a lottle strange. Some people probably think that it's impossible to not stay with your parents... HELLO!!!! It's call college and a mission. It's just wonderful. So my parents are moving to Jacksonville, Florida to become mission presidents. Since they are leaving this city. But because they are leaving and with all that is happening by "coincidence'... My dad is leaving his dental practice and i just happen to have a brother who is graduating from dental school. It's like an awesome switcheroo. My brother comes back and just gets a house to live in (my parents old house) and a up and full and running dental practice. It's like everything happened by "coincidence'. Strange huh.
Well it's more strange because... well i grew up as the youngest and a lot of that was either being the only child in the home or with one/two sisters. Now i'm living with 4 little kids until i leave. And right now i have a sister and a brother visiting so that's 3 more kids. So i'm living with 7 kids... Uhhh... it's strange. I mean think about it. Now i'm sharing a house like most of my friends do with little brothers and sisters. Except they are neices and nephews. It's... strange. Life is strange... It brings new things to help us learn and become bigger and stronger. It's weird though...
Also it's strange because i'm so used to how things were for 18 years. Everything has a place and now those places are gone. Now when i open a drawer looking for a spatula i find everything but that spatula. It's like a talent that i have developed. Like a super hero i have the super power of moving into a house i've lived in for 18 years. To know how it is to moving into your house that you're living in right now... have someone move your drawers around in your room so you have no idea where things are. It still looks that same... but everything is out of place. Try it.
Singing Out
Matt
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