This weekend totally went by too quick. I didn’t do half of what I wanted to accomplish and now I’m wondering how I’m going to squeeze it all into next week. Too much to do, too little time. Somehow, someway, I would at least like to: move into an apartment, get the emissions test and registration for one car, vote early, and get the other car in the shop and (I suppose) get a rental. Besides all that and the normal crazy workweek, my parents are coming on Wednesday and Justin’s going to Florida on Friday for a funeral. Luckily, we both get paid this week so that’s something to look forward to.
I can’t believe I’ve been here about three months and am just now getting to where I’m employed, getting my first paycheck and moving into an apartment. But I am grateful, incredibly grateful, because it could have taken much longer. It could always be worse. Right now, I’m not digging my job and I’m still trying to figure out what I’d like to do with my life instead. I’m glad that my baby does like his job though and is thinking about staying there for a while and finding himself a route back to school. That makes me proud. Our decision to buy a house might have to be postponed for a little bit, but hopefully we’ll be in a better financial outlook when we get to that level. And the wedding … it’s still something we both want to happen but no date is really set in stone.
I’m learning how to adjust to life’s curveballs. I’m still not fond of this new city, but I enjoy the church I attend and, of course, having family around. My mother’s job has decided that they are eliminating her department (after 15+ years working there) but my dad calls it an opportunity in disguise. For years now my sister’s boyfriend’s family has been involved with this company that my family has recently been getting involved in. My sister and my dad and my mom see it as a great business opportunity to pursue. With both of my parents out of work in the traditional sense, yes, I am concerned about finances and such. They’ve been living with friends for the past nearly three years so after the foreclosure. I’d love for them to move down here but I’m not at the point where I have a place for them to live with me and then my brother and sister are still up north so I’m sure they don’t want to see mommy and daddy relocate.
I tell you, life right now is nowhere near where anybody would have thought it’d be 10 years ago. But it’s life. And we have to make the best of it.