On one hand, it is true. It doesn't take much to make life appear dreamy. A simple snapshot of a steaming cup of coffee next to a snowflake covered window looks heavenly. But in reality, where's the picture of the screaming child throwing macaroni on the walls just 10 feet away?
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(this is the good stuff)
(this is the good stuff)
On the other hand, I have read (am reading) several blogs that talk quite a lot about the hard times. I've read about divorces, pregnancy issues, car wrecks, hospital visits and other illnesses. I've prayed for these people. Obviously, no one would write about such things, if they didn't truly need prayers or some positive perspective, or if the good things were outweighing the bad, or if there wasn't a lesson to be learned. But sometimes crap happens and we all have certain outlets. Some people blog about it, some people don't.
So, just to prove that my life isn't always sunny either, let me tell you about a few imperfections of late.
Did you know I've been living with my parents for nearly a month? Nope, you didn't know because I don't talk about it. I've had reservations in talking about it because I didn't think it was anyone's business. It's not anyone's business, but it is definitely a huge part of my life right now.
When Hub started his new job nearly six months ago, he had to live with his grandmother for a while. You see, we did not have a house in our new city yet and our college home, which is in my hometown, was 80 miles away, whereas Grandma lived only 30 miles away. Rather than renting an apartment, we chose to live separately for a short time while I searched for a new job and until we found a more permanent place. It wasn't an easy decision, but we thought it was best.
A few months later, in November, we bought our first home. Hub and Lakota moved into the new home while I, unfortunately, had to remain in our college home because I had not found another job yet. I couldn't quit my current job, if we wanted to afford a house, and commuting 80 miles to work every single day seemed ridiculous.
So, to this day, I am still job hunting while working full-time at the university and living with my parents. I don't want to be picky when it comes to finding a new job, but I don't have a choice. Being a young, married woman, I need healthcare benefits and to earn as much as I'm making now. I've had a couple job offers in the past few months, but only for part-time positions without benefits. It's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel sometimes, but we have faith.
As for living with my parents, even though our college house is family-owned and available to me any time, living totally alone in a mostly empty house was becoming incredibly depressing. Eventually, I chose to live with my parents and we are now trying to sell the college house. I commute to the new house on weekends and holidays to be with Hub and Lakota and I take a few extra days off work here and there to continue my job hunt and to take care of other business, but our situation definitely takes a toll on us.
Nevertheless, we were totally aware of the possible frustrations when we made this decision and, overall, we are incredibly happy to be first-time home owners. Our relationship is strong as ever and we've even found a new appreciation for our time together. Therefore, I don't feel a need to constantly whine about missing my family and feeling tired nearly all the time. After all, why should my blog be depressing when there's so much for which to be grateful?