I'm really bad at blogging -- quick update:

Cockroach update: I think we're up to over 30 now - WOO! If you're excited about cockroach season, just wait until winter when rat season starts. 

We get to babysit lots of children. Families just invite us over, and we tend to play with the kids' toys more than the kids do while one of my roommates talks to the 4 year old about George Bush Senior and the Transsiberian railway. These naiive families trust me around their children and expect me not to steal them. Silly Silly...

Work is good - really stressful, but really good! I'm doing casework on my own now, which means I get to meet one one one with clients.  I thought I would be terrified of this, not knowing what to do and all, but I've been surprised at how comfortable I am with it. I still have no idea what to do half the time, but the other 3 caseworkers haven't complained to bad at me asking questions. It's also kind of nice that I'm new, because I can call all the contacts in the area and introduce myself and basically beg for resources from them for my clients. It's great. Work is starting to pose more questions than I've asked in a long time though... I'm trying to understand the difference between mercy and justice; between giving financial assistance and loving someone well. I really don't have answers yet, but let me know if you have any insight.

I love my community. Really. They're hilarious and we all spend far too much time together; I'm sure we'll be ridiculously sick of each other soon. This weekend, we went out to Beerfest... now don't let your idea of Mobile fool you, we had a blast. The event was 3 different beers at over 20 bars. We spent the majority of our night at a piano bar where we mingled with 30 year old, married coast guard men (Married Murray) and had one of our roommates get on stage for a birthday song (which was accompanied by an uninvited birthday dance from a stranger who is mysteriously in all of our pictures from the night).

I miss everyone lots lots lots. Please send me updates of your life. really.

Peace,

Emily