We all need something familiar.

I'm in my purple dress after a morning of church on a gray, snowy, Saturday afternoon having English Afternoon tea (that's the actual flavor) and minced pies. Grace is showing her flat around to some potential renters, as she'll be moving out soon to a new place, therefore the sign, "TO LET" is out front.

I've taken my boots off and I'm starting to regret that choice cause even in these tights, my feet are (FRICKIN') freezing. But the candles are warming my face, so at least that's something.

Went to church with Grace in West London today. Proper church with hymns and praise, and realized how small the world really is when I ran into a guy who went to school with one of my best mates from another country. But even with that, the SDA presence here is few and far between. You'd be hard pressed to find an SDA community. Full stop.

I've been taking it for granted: The dietary by laws, the remembrance and sanctification of the holy day, the lifestyle choices - of which, I'm just settling myself into. I'm not perfect... (I mean, who is?). And it hurts me to try so hard at doctrinal living, but doesn't get me much anywhere. I just want to walk in the light. But it's tricky. If there's one thing I know and want to be: it's not just about being good, but being pure in heart.

Till we speak again, missing you heaps.