10 days

10 days until I see Craig

11 more days of work

15 days until I am done with work

17 days until I leave for MA

19 days until Craig, Otto, Syra and I are united

20 days until we arrive at our new home.

I am so freakin excited I can't stand it.



I need to find a job.  I need to look for a job. I'm too excited to do that.  Mainly that is an excuse, though.

Labor Day Weekend

Spending the weekend with my family in Murfreesboro, TN.  So far it has been really fun.  Saturday we were lazy, visited Jessica on her last day at Paul Mitchel Cosmetology school, and had dinner at TGIFridays.  Today, I worked out with Jessica with her Jullian Michael's DVD, and the swam with Jennifer.  I am so out of shape.  Jennifer has learned how to swim pretty well (good thing because she is now a lifeguard. . . ).  Then, the family went out to this Vineyard about 20 miles from Murfreesboro.  We had a picnic lunch, played cards, and did a wine tasting.  Everyone had fun.

Now, I am exhausted.  I've spent time in-between activities today searching online for jobs and apartments.  I may have been successful on the apartment front (good thing, because Craig is currently living in a tent).  The job hunt is much more discouraging.

I am glad tomorrow is a holiday.  However, I am so tired and ready to be done with work.  It is an awesome job, but I want to be with Craig in Boston so badly.  I'm ready ready ready.  This long distance deal is hard.

Excerpts from my journal

From 8/08/10

Today while driving from Enterprise to Tuscaloosa, I played the Garden State soundtrack.  I borrowed this CD from Jen.  About the third song in came a song -- In the Waiting Line--.  This song was one of the ones that was on my Switzerland playlist in the summer of 2007.  Jen made me a playlist before I went to Switzerland, and I played it almost daily.  Every day, I took a bus from Bulle to Fribourg and back again.  About one hour on that bus every day.  And at other times I listened to this song while on the quiet, smooth, and efficient Swiss trains.  Going to Vienna, to Zurich, to Cinque Terre, to Munich, to Paris.  I haven't really listened to this song since I returned.  Listening to it brought back all of the feelings of that summer.

When I hear those songs now, a wave of feelings come over me.  I feel overwhelmed.  I feel I should respect them, treat them reverently, as if they changed my life.

Because I know something changed while I was in Switzerland.  I felt happy that summer.  I came out of a depression I didn't even realize I was in.  Those songs bring me back, back to a time I sat for at least an hour each day and was still.  I didn't understand the language around me.  I didn't know where I was.  Although I was with wonderful people, I was a stranger.  I was alone.  But it was a good alone.  I became myself, I found myself.  Again, anew.

I wonder what feelings and memories will surface years from now, when I hear today's songs.

In the Waiting Line