Day 7

One week in!

Today we woke up and had a lovely breakfast before heading on the bus to a ranch about an hour away. We sat around right away and ate food and chatted with everyone. Then, we had a feast of a lunch trying all different kinds of meat. I tried blood sausage for the first time and it was not really what I expected. I tried it, but would never have again. By the end of the course I had to start tapping out of foods because I was so so full. Then dessert came, and of course I had room for that. After lunch I sat for about two hours and chatted and read my book. Honestly, this was 100% what I needed to close off this week. This week has been so fun, but I needed to just take a break and relax. I also was so happy to get a good chunk of my book read and almost finished.

After I read and relaxed Ann, Maria, and I went on a walk all around the farm and talked about how we have changed over the past year. We all came to the consensus that us moving and being together was so good for us. I personally feel I have had a year full of growth and getting to be more and more independent. Moving 700 miles from home taught me that someone all you can do is dance on a dance floor. Putting yourself out there is scary, but all works out in the end. After this we went to practice our archery skills and that is so much harder than it looks. Then we headed back home a little early because everyone was pretty tired out.

In honor of Mother’s day I am ending this post with how grateful I am for my mom. On this trip some friends and I were out to dinner and somehow the conversation of public speaking came up. I said that is not a super worry for me because I came my high school graduation speech. I look back at that as one thing where I am really proud of myself. I really don’t know if I wouldn’t have done that if it weren’t coming from the pushing of my mom. My mom is a such a cool lady that does whatever she wants. She has pushed me to do things out of the normal comfort zone because I see her do brilliant things everyday. As I grow older, I become more and more like my mom, or at least I really hope so.

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