Jacob's younger sister texted me yesterday, asking if it was wrong that she hoped a family emergency would come up so she could get out of going on a date she'd been dreading.
And I remembered how glad I am do be done with all that dating business.
SO glad.
I'm also almost done with school. I can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing. And I can't decide if I should cram everything I have left into one 17-credit-hour semester or if I should just take my time. It would help if I knew where we'll be in the summer. If we stayed here in Provo, I could take classes and that would solve nearly all my problems.
I got an email about a job opportunity to teach English in Italian summer camps. It sounds soo appealing: get
paid to teach kids in ITALY. But instead I'm being a supportive wife and going wherever an internship or job for Jacob is. And it's killing me to not know where we'll be, because I'm the person who always likes to know the plan.
Keep reminding myself: glad to be done dating! and all really good things come with sacrafice.
marriage= no more being selfish