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home sweet home


sorry that i have kind of dropped off the radar for the past month, but i needed that time to readjust and be with my family. i arrived in Chicago on April 9th and headed back to Racine for five days, which felt like a complete fog. i'm not sure that i remember very much about those days. between jetlag and culture shock, i was pretty out of it. including when i packed my bags to come to St. Louis for three weeks. i have NO idea what i was thinking when i packed other than the fact that i was exhausted and couldn't be bothered. consequently, i did a lot of shopping in my first week here, which was fine with the women in my family who got to participate!

these are the women in my family. my sister, me, sister-in-law's mom, sister(in-law), her aunt Helen, my mom, and sister-in-law's grandma.
i have been browsing through pictures from the past year of events that i missed with the family. here is a glimpse into my crazy family:





now you can see why i missed them so much! not only are they beautiful, they are tons of fun! if you want to see more pics of my family and my trip to Zambia, go to myspace and click on pics.

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Unknown said…
Julia,

I love your blog and you have grown so much in the areas that really count in life. Charlie and I are so proud of you!

Love,
Arlayne & Charlie West
December 30, 2008 at 7:30 PM
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