A bit of daily life

Yesterday I went to daily mass for the first time since moving to England. I feel so lucky to find this diamond of a church. There are 3 daily masses to choose from so I really don't have a valid excuse for skipping. But what is better is the fact that there is what looks to be a quite active young adult (20-35) group. I saw on the bulletin board that they get together most Thursdays so Will and I are planning to attend their social event tomorrow after the 5:30 pm mass. I found a way to meet some more people and I'm hoping that will turn into something so I don't get too lonely.

It's also quite nice to see an active Catholic parish in the area. I've found they are a bit hard to find in England. The first night we were here we were warned (or was it English humor?) that churches get vandalized and are not seen as the holy buildings they are around here. It may be a bit of an exaggeration, but there are signs posted all over warning church goers about thieves and pickpockets. You are not seen as an early exiter if you bring your purse with you to communion.

I'm hoping attending mass more often will help me get motivated in really figuring out why God wants me here and what I should do. That is the question I still can't answer. Before moving it was simple - well I can't work or study so I will find a volunteer opportunity and stay busy. After moving it got more complicated. My first priority was to find good food and then figure out which of that food my stomach would handle. Thank God for Italian pasta and milk. I practically live on that some days. With that handled I actually looked into volunteering, but it is hard to get signed up for something for just a couple months and I don't want to be one of the people standing in the shopping area asking for money.

So I'm still trying to figure out what God wants and so far he is only letting me know that I need to be supporting my husband. And, to be honest, some days I'm not even doing that really well as I just can't get past my upset tummy. I should be cooking more - I have all the time in the world and yet that is the one thing I really don't want to do. Although I'm well into the second trimester, I'm still waiting for the time when I'm not repulsed by the idea of cooking or eating most of the healthy foods I should be. My dear husband has been picking up the slack and making sure I eat well even if I don't like the menu. Monday he made salmon and broccoli for me because it is just so healthy! I managed to get myself to eat about half of the fish and all the broccoli and noodles. What a success :-) I also must say I love city life and the ability to pick from numerous restaurants whenever we both don't feel like cooking.