So we're back home, in Hilo, living with my parents who have been nice enough to support us on this big move back home by letting us set up camp for free indefinitely. It's been a fun month of visiting family for the holidays, but now the day to day grind of sitting on our butts and waiting for a job has begun. It's definitely not a fun place to be. We've applied EVERYWHERE and we're just waiting, waiting, waiting.
Don't you just hate that feeling of not being in control of your life? Of waiting on other people to decide whether or not you're good enough? Whether or not you qualify? He does. Qualify that is. Trust me. I wouldn't've picked him if he didn't...
I know we did the right thing. I just know it. I don't know how much longer we'll be like this...living in my teeny old bedroom with walls the color of grass (yes...it looks radioactive at night...don't ask me why I picked that color. I blame my parents for not stopping me.)
Almost every year in our 4.5 year marriage we ended the year in a different place than we started it. And while we technically didn't end the year in Oregon, we had no idea in January that we'd be there in September. And we had no idea in September that we'd be back in Hawaii by December.
Here we are again. It's January. The month of "who knows?" Well I for one would like to.