Well, it's that time again. The time when I remember that I have a blog and think about writing something. With coffee in hand, I've sat down in front of this screen and, I'm not joking, within seconds Abe is crying in his room. Fortunately, for me, I can ignore him. We have a mountain behind our apartment. It's literally behind our apartment. I walk out the back gate, up a short road and BOOM, there's the mountain. I like our apartment but I sometimes think about all the other apartment complexes that seem better. Some are closer to the girl's school. Some have lots of other expat kids that the girls could be out playing with. But none of them have their very own mountain. And so, even with the things I'd like to change about this complex, I'm praying we can live here for a long time. Phil tires to climb the mountain everyday. I was inspired and I try to climb it every other day - I don't want to get too buff. I never...
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