July 23rd, 2010

I am going back in time to a night 2 years ago.

A night that holds a special place in my relationship, in my heart, and in my mind forever.

DB and I were talking on the phone that night. He was in a hotel (I thought in Singapore?), having to check out in a bit to get back to the ship. It was 9:45 PM-my time, meaning it was 11:45 AM-his time. At 9:50, he realized he needed to go, and it got really hard.

I started crying, and he started babbling about where he was going next, when we would talk again, etc. He had never done that before, so I knew how much it affected him as well. I knew I had to tell him, couldn't let this moment slip by me. And then, I blurted out, "I love you." He replied, "I love you, too." I can't remember what else we said in those few precious moments, but that much will always stay with me.

He says that it technically doesn't count as today, because it's not the 24th yet. I told him he was wrong, it was today for me. :)

So, while it hasn't always been a bed of roses, it has been a memorable 3 years, 5 months. and 9 days of being together.

When Life Gives You Zucchini...

Make Zucchini bread, Zucchini lasagna, and Zucchini cream pie!

:D

Seriously, my dad has this beautiful garden, and it has produced a lot of zucchini, among other vegetables. Some were massive. One large zucchini (which was probably about 3 smaller ones combined) produced 8 loaves of zucchini bread, and I only got about halfway through it!

Instead of using noodles, use zucchini for zucchini lasagna- it's good! Tastes great, and it's healthy for us!

Now, I am baking zucchini cream pie (for reals, look it up). It's like a sugar cream pie (I believe it's a southern thing, but my brother always loved it growing up), but with zucchini and a little sugar instead of a lot.

Which brings me to the point of my post...(in a round about way)...

When C came home almost a month ago, the day after he came home we went to look at a rental house. We had already been talking about it for a week, We really wanted out of my apartment, as we had both been tired of renting apartments, but weren't quite ready for a house of our own just yet.

This house literally fell into our laps a month ago. It's perfect! It's being completely renovated- new kitchen- AHH! My heart belongs in the kitchen, so I am ecstatic about that. Way more than ecstatic. I can finally keep out things like my Kitchenaid, the blender, etc, and not have to worry about putting something else away.

I see all these cute things, and think, "that will look cute in our new house."

So...I gave my apartment complex our 30 day notice we will be moving out, and into our new place on the 1st.

I get a call yesterday that they aren't going to be done by the 1st, can we move in the 15th? What will that do to our current living situation? I talked to my property manager, and she said that this apartment is already rented on the 1st. Alright, so we're kind of homeless for 15 or so days.

Move in date just happens to fall right when school starts for me.

Both sets of parents said we can move in with them for a couple of weeks, put our major stuff in storage, keep out what we need.

I refuse to stress over something that I cannot control. I will continue to pack, continue to work on my lesson plans, getting it all ready for the big move(s).

In a way, it's nice not having to pay another month of rent here, which means when I get paid on Friday, I will have extra income! C and I have talked about it, and we are going to use it to pay some bills, which is fine. Take care of that, less we have to continue paying on.

Surprisingly, I feel pretty calm about everything. I'm packing slowly. I know I will need to leave out some nice clothes for school and church, some to play around in, and leave out my school stuff, my drawing supplies, etc. We will get it all taken care of, God is with us.

Now, I think both of my pies are completely done!

Ciao!

I wish...

I had the answers.

I felt more confident and secure.

I trusted more.

I actually knew without guessing.

I could read minds.

I could let certain things roll off my back.

I were more nonchalant.

I didn't think the thoughts I am thinking.

I weren't so impatient.

I were anonymous.

I wasn't a planner.

I weren't so structured.

I could turn my thoughts off.

I could just say what I am thinking without people judging me.

I didn't keep everything inside.

I would talk more.

I would speak up more when something bothers me.

...I just knew.