Well I s'pose it's time I write in here again...
Life is so busy these days, I don't even have time to breathe...
I think I may have said that exact phrase in my last.
Oh well...
Life has been peachy.
But more than peachy, it's been invigorating.
Challenging.
Fulfilling.
Exhausting.
Liberating.
Eye-opening.
And so much more.
I'm growing up so fast!
Ah!
I'm a grownup.
I'm a married woman.
I pay bills.
I have two jobs.
(Okay, I technically only have Target, but I count student teaching as a job.)
And tonight I'm spending the night filling out so many applications for teaching positions, that I'm beginning to forget who all I'm applying for, which ones I've got completed, and all that jazz...
Ooofda.
I'm a grownup.
It's a little surreal.
In less than two weeks I'll be walking at my university's graduation ceremony...although technically I don't "graduate" until I'm finished student teaching in June.
Then I apply for my teaching license.
Then I go on my honeymoon...eeeek!
Teaching's been going really well.
I definitely miss the Middle Schoolers.
Soooo much.
I've realized I am best suited for middle school.
I have the energy & personality for it.
I love the high schoolers, don't get me wrong, and I think they even get a kick out of my dorkiness, but I get frustrated with them very easily.
They are lazy, whiny, and it's so hard to get them interested & excited about what we're learning about.
But, I am still loving my time at Blaine High School.
I'm growing frustrated with mine & Tom's schedule.
I'm sooo tired of this opposite schedule thing.
I can't wait for the summer when we'll be able to see each other more than twice a week.
SO excited.
It's hitting me how much of an adult I'm becoming.
We're starting to look for homes.
Keeping our eyes out for foreclosures.
Crossing our fingers I'll get a job & we can get our own place.
And start making a family.
And getting a puppy!
This is real.
I'm really, finally, growing up.
I turn 24 in about 3 months.
Weird.
I'm like, [in] my 20s now.
The middle.
Weird.
24 sounds so much older than 23.
I cried when I turned 20.
Did you know that?
True fact.
True fact.
I was devastated to be half-way to 40.
And no longer a teenager.
But now?
Well, now I'm excited to be 24.
Well, now I'm excited to be 24.
I'm excited to grow up.
I am excited for the future.
I spend all day dreaming about it.
My favorite is to daydream about our kids.
I dream about holding a new baby close to my chest.
I dream about listening to the squeals of laughter & delight my toddler gives at the sight of bubbles, or a butterfly, or any of those simple pleasures in life.
I dream of Thomas playing t-ball in the backyard with our little boy or girl.
Or teaching them how to ride a bike.
Or sneaking them a treat when they get in trouble by mom.
Or tucking them into bed.
I dream of Thomas with the kids more than I dream of myself.
He's going to be such a wonderful father.
I do feel bad for any of our future daughters' future boyfriends - they're going to have a hard time with Thomas! He's going to be so protective!
Life has been beautifully wonderful.
I'm working harder than I've ever worked before, and I'm exhausted, but the rewards are amazing.
Okay, I don't technically know the rewards yet,
But they're right around the corner.
And they'll be amazing.
Because the future has so many amazing things in store.
And I'm excited to see what it is.