So, the time has finally (almost) come. Friday we're finishing packing and moving everything down to a storage unit in Escondido. It's kinda funny to think of the things that we can live without, even though I'll miss having and using a lot of the stuff. All of my grandpa's (and my) paintings, wedding pictures, winter clothes, an entire box of shoes, three full boxes of books (at current packing status, at least), and all kinds of other possessions that somehow become so valuable. My favorite things aren't the most expensive, though, which I think is pretty good. I'll miss having the homey, memory filled things around for the next few months.
Right now it's looking like we're going to rent a room from a lady named Julie. Besides her, there are 3 my-aged girls living there, and Jake says they all seem really nice. I have to go down there tomorrow though to meet them, because they need to meet me before they decide if we can live there. I totally understand, but it'll be pretty lame if they don't like me. We're moving on Friday... that's a whole two days away...
Needless to say, i'm a little stressed out. I'm spending half of each day at Hire A Helper, trying to pack the whole house, and save some time for the friends that are going to be so much harder to see now.
I need me some Jesus-lovin. I know that He should be my constant, but sometimes it's so hard to find that. I'm one of those dumbs who always realizes again and again when things get hard that Jesus is the only answer. Jake is wonderful in his way, but he was never intended to be my all-in-all. That spot is for my Saviour alone... and I really wish that I were better at living up to my vow of faith and life.
I'm skurred of so many things-- where to live, new roommates, never finding a house and always having roommates, drifting away from friendship with Jake because we don't have much one-on-one time, getting a real all the way degree, finding a real job, wasting my life, never helping anyone or changing someone's life...
I'm a big fat whiner. I'm sorry. But what else are blogs for, right?
How are you?
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We're getting ready to move in a week or so, and I must say that I am soooo not looking forward to the process.
I remember when my parents moved to Kansas City. The company paid for movers. All my parents had to do was separate out what they didn't want the movers to touch. That's the way to go!
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