It's ironic that I've been so bad at blogging since my last entry was entitled "The Quitter."
Self-fulfilling prophecy and all that.
Life in Pasadena has been insane. Classes have started, my junior high internship is in full-swing, and I am "babysitting" (aka getting to hang out with) one of my junior high girls and her eight year old brother two days after school. It's busy, but mostly great. I'm trying to learn the fine art of saying "no", which I have always been terrible at! For my marriage and sanity's sake, I'm working hard on accomplishing this goal!
Yesterday was Zack's birthday! One of my favorite things about babysitting for the Crooks family is that we get to spend time with them, share a meal at their home, and just do things that make me feel like we belong here. Last night we ate a dinner of stew and biscuits and had a birthday pie for Zack. It rained all day, so after dinner we sat by the fire!
It's nice to have a sense of home when you are so far away. The realization that we are not going to be home on Thanksgiving or Christmas for the first time EVER hit me so hard last night and it was tough to swallow. Luckily, Allison is coming to visit for Thanksgiving and we will be home in December for two weeks. But there is something about having your entire family crowded in one house, eating too much, and getting on each others' nerves that you just can't duplicate. It's also weird, because how do you begin new traditions when your situation is bound to change in a couple years? We are in a place of in-betweens, and that has always been difficult for me. But the best thing about being there is the promise of something new coming up, and knowing that we are headed someplace good, together.
And it is very good to be together.
