tradition

other than the weather, this is my favorite time of year. there is never a dull moment spending time with the missler family! like many people we have a few traditions. some last a few years and turn into new ones and others stand the test of time. you know, like eating turkey (although i could do that other times of the year too if you pushed me)! our thanksgiving, however, is less about the turkey and more about the gingerbread house (or church or city building 😉

we stuff ourselves, play a round or two of a game (currently Left, Center, Right– most fun when you win the pot of money), and then the construction begins! sometimes a relic table cloth gets melted (then mended) while melting jolly ranchers, sometimes a bird poops on the roof while my mother isn’t looking, sometimes an icecream cone christmas tree goes awry and gets exiled to the mantle, other times we do things just to make my auntie scowl (like make a dumpster outside an otherwise “pristine” nyc city building). no matter what we’re sure to laugh.

and so, without further ado, i give to you Gondafeller Center (complete with Fort Wayne city dumpster)!

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Leaving on a helicopter

So we flew on a jet plane north to Tuguegarao (it’s just as much fun to say as it is to spell)

Commence Life Change

This is the face of how Hannah and I feel about May. It’s a no good terrible rotten time. Too much change, too many goodbyes, beginning a love hate/relationship with skype. But that is the life we lead, it is the nature of the expat/missionary life. When you venture to a place far away from the home and people you grew up with the world suddenly becomes a much bigger place. You can’t unmeet people and forget that life is going on without you in each new place anymore than you can forget that life goes on in the place you grew up, went to school, church etc. Sometimes I’m like whhhhy did I open that door? I cannot shove it shut! I cannot forget you people! But then I recognize that it’s only such a painful experience because it’s such a great experience. In the end, your world gets smaller because your friends begin to populate the areas between you and the people you love that are furthest from you. I could just play hopscotch across the globe and find pieces of my heart that were stolen from me (okay okay, I gave them willingly). Anyway, you get the idea.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream

This post is hard for me to write. Mostly because it’s hard to describe the experience with words. For those of you know the kind of experience I had with my senior theatre project at Cedarville then you understand exactly the kind of emotions, awe, and wonder that this production evoked. It truly was a midsummer night’s dream. NOT intentionally PUNNY! (The hot season in the Phils or summer is from from March to May. Our play was April 24-26. :o) The great thing about Shakespeare is that it a blank canvas, you can do whatever you want with it. But I’ve come to realize that the blank canvas can also be TOTALLY overwhelming when you aren’t an abstract thinker. Thankfully, I had willing people around me who stepped up to help brainstorm, design, choreograph, buy fabric, paint, sew, and tell me the ideas I did have weren’t crazy (even when they were). I felt like the luckiest director in the world as I sat in the audience and watched our creation come to life.

Corregidor

For those of you who do not know what or where Corregidor is (and there’s a good chance you don’t really know since history books

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