Eight months and a world apart
…that was the title of yesterday’s post that got eaten by hosting issues.
(Since my account is up mid-December, this not the greatest time for them to be letting me down, no?)
The post was about the fact that I received an email from a guy who found me through online dating about eight months ago and wanted to know if I was still looking for someone. And dude, eight months ago my life was a lot different than now. Aside from choosing to up and move out of state, I can’t imagine a life change this great.
And yes, sometimes these days I’m feeling the weight of those changes. But I get to come home and have dinner with a man who will share that weight. I go to class and feel the oldest and out-of-sync, but still get that charge of hearing something in lecture fit with something I knew before.
Side note: On Monday, I showed up for two tests in a sweatshirt my father gave me when I was seventeen. SEVENTEEN. (I’m thirty-one for those not keeping count.) That’s…not right, right?
I am incredibly happy for everything I have in my life. The hardships remind me this is path I chose to take.
Happy Thanksgiving.