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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Ducks in a Row

Whenever I don't post for a while, I always feel the need to apologize to my faithful (however few) readers. Guess it's kind of in my nature to apologize for everything; guess I'll need some time on the couch to work through that issue. Just the other day, I was walking by my cubemate's countertop and after bumping into it, I said "ouch" followed by "I'm sorry." Yes, I apologized to a counter. Have I made my point.

Anyway, it would seem that I've had nothing to write about in this two week hiatus, but quite the contrary. I think I'm simply so overwhelmed by my life right now that writing a blog seemed like just another thing to do. Ok, so it's not that bad, but in all reality, my head is swarming with so many thoughts, I could think of no clear way to write about one or two.

As of March 10th, Rich is officially a Postulant and we will be headed to the University of the South in Sewanee, TN where he will begin seminary this Fall. Yeah. Big change. I keep telling him that the hard part is over for him. He knows his future. He'll be in school. They'll pretty much tell him what classes to take. That's pretty much all he has to think about. But this is only the beginning for me. On top of the two jobs I am working now, and the wedding I am planning, and the marriage we're preparing for, I must find a job in a city (a very, very small city) that I've never been to, and plan for a move that will happen in two phases:

1. My lease will be up the first of August (ish) and I will give all my lovely furniture to my honey, and move into my parents' house. (oh, the joy) When Richie's lease is up, he'll move to Tennessee with my furniture.

2. Richie will fly home to marry me. He'll get on a plane the next day to head back to Sewanee for class. I'll get in my lil' Liberty and drive to TN with my clothes and my remaining posessions in the back.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am absolutely elated to be going to Sewanee. Look at it: who wouldn't be?

(I seriously stink at adding pictures to my blog!)

Can you see why this is totally exciting and yet stressful at the same time? I'm so excited for my darling and so proud of him and I really can't wait for this adventure, but so many things have to happen in the next 8 months, that it's just a little overwhelming.

My friend Cora said to me the other day. "Don't even worry about it. You're not just going there because that's where Rich is supposed to go to Seminary. They need you, too. It's out of your control." I really hadn't thought of it that way, and I must admit, it's a comfort.

Still, as someone who likes her ducks in a row (those who know me well can vouch for that) this is a stressful time. I'm doing all the groundwork I can now: sending resumes and letters to perfect strangers and telling them how hard I will work for them. And that's not a lie. I'm a passionate person and I will work hard. I guess I have that going for me.

So can you see why I haven't written lately? Life has just changed significantly. A good change. But a change, just the same.

Be well, my friends...


  • At 3:21 PM, Blogger Leslie said…

    Sewanee is beautiful.

    What kind of jobs have you had so far in life?

  • At 7:25 AM, Blogger Lauren said…

    I like the word Postulant. I guess I'm a Lutheran one, though we don't use that word. I think I'll start telling people that's what I am.

    I know there's a lot of stuff coming in the next few months. . .time isn't going to slow down, so all we can do is ride along. And remember--you always have Swankytown to come home to. It's a fabulous place to de-stress.

  • At 1:35 PM, Blogger trishy said…

    Let's see, Leslie...

    I worked for an Episcopal Day School in high school and college. In college, I worked for Residence Life as an RA and was the chaplain for our Canterbury group, then after college, I sold really ugly artwork for a few months.

    Then I was a youth minister for 18 months, then moved into my current job where I work in the central office of my particular denomination planning events, doing logistical things and working in our resource library. I've gone back to youth ministry as well (part-time.)

    In short, I've done a lot of things, but nothing that really lends itself to any one field in particular. Guess that could be a blessing or a curse.

    I envy those who know what they want to be when they grow up...

  • At 6:11 AM, Blogger Rob West said…

    For some reason, back when I was in high school, I decided the plural form of the word duck was "Gucks".

    Ex. "Wow, look a duck!"
    "Dude, there's a whole bunch of gucks!"

    Glad to know you've got all your gucks in a row.

  • At 12:36 PM, Blogger Leslie said…

    Maybe you could get a job at the University of the South.

  • At 6:56 AM, Blogger trishy said…

    that's my hope..


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