August 13, 2003

Am I settled yet? At least most of the boxes are gone—of course that just means my floor is cluttered! There is so much yet to do. But it is starting to feel like mine. Tonight is church and I am so happy. I can’t wait to get there and won’t want to leave.

I had to get my TB test read today and the lady thought had a positive reaction at first because my skin was red and bumpy. I had to explain that it was fine and she called another nurse in who actually asked me WHY my skin was like that but told Nurse #1 that I did NOT have TB!

I found a Wal-Mart nine miles from home and I am thrilled. I want to go NOW, but I am still hesitant to spend money. I am waiting for my TRS check and my deposit check. And I am not waiting patiently, unfortunately.

Next week I have a work conference. The week after I have a textbook meeting and orientation. Major Yikes! I had a full three month summer and it is ending. If only I can get unpacked first.

And if only I can really connect. I have got to meet people in Pasadena. It is very unlike me to live so far from everyone I know. I think I am about to register for something that will help that.

Tonight Jenna came to church again (yay!) and afterwards she said “I love your voice.” Huh? We had acoustic worship and I was right next to her so she heard me singing clearly. She told me she loved my singing voice. I have missed singing. Probably never will again, but that was so nice to hear. Wow.

I still want to know who all the people from other places I have never met are who are reading my blog. Please, guys, sign the guest book! I am oh-so-curious.

I need better things to do than worry about my international (but still small) blog audience. I ought to reach 1000 hits in the next day or two. Some are my own and some are people who reload too quickly (takes a long time to load at this length!) and record twice, but still, to go to four digits is cool. People say I have a book—I think I do too. The issue is the ending. I think I want to publish it myself, but no one wants to read a book without an end.

So when will I live happily ever after?