This morning I feel like writing.
Maybe I should save you all some trouble and just pick up my (hot pink!) journal.
Nope, I think it's okay to shout this on the blog-tops.
This move... it's been all sorts of ups and downs.
At our wedding breakfast, my dad said (among other real nice things), "Christine is like a rollercoaster -- she's either really high, and happy and excited, or she's low". Although, I don't think I'm bi-polar (I don't think he thinks that I am either), I feel like that is an accurate way to describe our big adventure here in New Jersey.
Sometimes I feel lonely, and useless... frustrated at employers for not giving me a chance, disturbed by the language I have to hear at work, lonely that there aren't more people that share my interests, and scared that we are so far from home.
Then other times I am so happy! I'm here with my babe! Paul has really been my best friend at a whole new level. I love him so much. Even when he cons me into driving him to school everyday, he makes life better by making me smile, smooching me sweetly, and singing me songs. It doesn't get better than him. I really don't think it does.
This rollercoaster ride has come with tears, laughs and fears. Tears now because I just feel so full of love for that guy. Laughs because I'm sitting in this cinderblock apartment crying. But no fears.. right now... right now I'm feeling really confident that we are happy here.
I thought this would be a really hard week for me. It's Lake Powell week. My family is
there in my own little Utah version of heaven. But, I'm doing good. I know that this is my place for now. I'm here quizzing my PB on the morphological features of odonata and whatchamacala, can it get any better?
Today, New Jersey is feeling like home. Thanks P.
