Feeling radioactive?

Organizing, filing and color-coding potential classes in various excel documents for 5 hours is not fun. I am a little stiff but this slightly painful experience has made me realize, my time here is really running short and it is almost time to go back to reality. Counting down has been my enemy. Five weeks to go. Woah. The last few weeks have been my most  difficult...minus that time I got my appendix out a while back. I cannot deny that I love it here because I really do. So far this experience has been so humbling. It literally has brought me to my knees everyday. I have been faced with the biggest trials of my life here. In light of the Easter weekend,  I have a pretty amazing friend who shared this quote with me;

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come.

Joseph B Wirthlin. October 2006 General Conference "Sunday Will Come"

Easter came, went and another week is gone. One week closer to home. More importantly, one week closer to sun and sand in Crimea:]

Five weeks to go. Post every week, I promise.