And these 23 years of my life have been easy.
And I knew that.
...Maryland, PA School, Settling into a new place, Missing my family and friends, Trying to keep track of every single penny, everything...
THIS IS HARD FOR ME.
I'm trying to pull myself up by my boot straps. Just do it. Because it's really not that bad.
It could be so much worse.
It could be an actual trial, like a serious illness of my child, or infertility, or divorce...
And besides...I was part of every decision made.
Actually, since I'm super bossy, I made most of the decisions.
I chose to do this.
Not to mention, we've only been here for a month.
But it was all I could do yesterday not to call my dad up and beg, BEG him to come and help me register my car so I wouldn't have to do all of the research, and make all of the decisions, and face all of those safety inspection and car registration people by myself. From what I've heard so far, registration can actually be a rather hellacious experience in the state of Maryland, and Jesse barely has time to breath, let alone help with car registration (except he's going to help anyway, because he's extraordinary).
But seriously, Dad, will come to my house next week? I'll tickle your back...
Anyway, I'll be fine. We will be fine. It will all be fine.
I'm making friends, I think. And all of my family and friends from home have been so supportive.
We've got each other. Jesse and I both seem to have bad days, but at least they are never the same day.
And Oliver ALWAYS makes us laugh.
We have firm testimonies of the gospel and know where to turn for strength. guidance, and peace.
Everything will turn out...
I think I know that.
Just don't think I'm too weak when I admit that I have wished to come home almost every day this week.