17 more days....

The big move to St. George, 17 more days and we are out of here. I am so looking forward to having much warmer summers and not so cold winters. I am honestly shocked that I survived one winter up here with snow and freezing rain! We leave the 5th of April, thankfully Matt has all online classes and doesn't have to withdraw from any classes this semester. I am way excited for this move, we have most of stuff packed ,but the things like our bed and what not. I am a little sad to be leaving just because my niece and nephew are up here and they are the cutest kids in the world! No more babysitting for us. :( That is a big bummer. I am also am sad to be leaving my work at Kneaders, I love it there, the people the atmosphere. Hopefully, I  will be able to find something like that in St. George. Sadly, the Kneaders down there does not have any positions open at the moment. Sad thing. I will enjoy the heat of the sun down in St. George, I am such a Southern California girl. I love my summers, the heat. I only know who to dress for warm/hot climates. You give me cold/freezing and I will not know how to dress myself. Well, that is enough for now.

The Crossroads

I’m sitting in the darkness at 12:50 am MST. I should be in bed and asleep because I don’t do well on only 5 and a half hours of sleep. But instead I’m deciding to sit here on my computer and write about my life and the position I’m in.

I imagine myself walking a long a path, a path I chose long ago and thought that it would bring me to where I needed to go. Up ahead, I notice that I am soon to be confronted with a crossing path that would take me elsewhere. I know that up until this point the path I have been taking has let me down and I have lost the enthusiasm for it. I am weary of it and I need something more. It is a matter of self interest and self preservation that I must make this decision and not ignore it.

I have three choices: to continue along the path and ignore the crossing path, to turn left, or to turn right. The left path leads me to a warmer climate but uncertainty in both education and vocation. The right path leads me to a new vocation but the same, cold climate that’s far away from familiar faces. I forgot to say that I have a companion that travels with me. She would prefer the left path–where she can live close to friends and family. If I travel that path, my vocation and education will be, as I said, shrouded in uncertainty and I will have to start over from the beginning. If I choose the right path, at least I will have some sort of base in which to start something new. My vocation will be certain as well.

So I sit and wait, on these the crossroads of my life, pondering my choices. I am being pulled in different directions by different forces and I haven’t the strength to give way to any of them. But until I know what I must do, it is my destiny to sit in the middle of the Crossroads and wait and wait.