I've been back "home" in Florida for a week. Tonight will mark Josh's one-week "anniversary" as well.
Most of you know, but some of you might not, that we are living with my parents. It is humbling to be back here, relying on them again. But we're trying to do as much as we can on our own. I cook dinner...yay me! The employment search has begun, and hopefully will end soon. Though I know in this economy there is no guarantee.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that this is scary, y'all. I have some thoughts brewing about my fear, which I'll share eventually, but they're still forming.
I'd also be lying if I didn't tell you that life is great right now. I already have a spot teaching at my old gym. I've been taking classes with my amazing instructor friends, and I didn't realize how much I'd missed them. I was approved for an extension on my degree, and will begin my counseling internship in May.
As much as things are falling apart all around me, as soon as they hit the floor they're bouncing up and coming back together.