Last days of freedom

All good things come to an end. Or is it most good things come to an end? Whichever way you want to look at it, things I don't particularly care to end, do just that, they ignore my pleas and end anyway. I've basically been on summer vacation mode since April 15th, the last day of my job in DC, and the last time I was on full-employment status. I'd like to say how bored I've been, and how much I've longed to be back in the working scene again, but if I said all of that, I'd be lying. And I can assure you, this blog has no room for lies.

Instead, I've kept myself busy by getting engaged. Temporarily living in Oklahoma for a month. Moving to Utah. Hanging out with my siblings. Spending A LOT of time sitting on the couch in my kitchen. Traveling to California. Redoing a few old pieces of furniture for my new house (thanks mom and dad for giving me things you don't want anymore.) Getting married. Going on a honeymoon to Hawaii for a few weeks. Going back to California. Hanging out with more family. Spending some more time back in Utah with family and friends. Driving to Oklahoma. Moving into a new house. Painting. Playing interior designer, and having fun doing it. Sleeping in. Working out when I feel like it. Taking afternoon naps. Getting to spend an entire month and some odd days with my hubby, with NO school or work to get in the way. Interviewing for approximately two jobs since I've been back in OK. Sleeping in some more when John went back to school. Being a good wife and making him really yummy dinners (minus one, and I'm still sorry about that.) Enjoying spending my days how I want to, because I can. Shopping with all of our gift cards. Read a few books, but ashamed it hasn't been more. And basically done a whole lot of nothing. So while I've been pretty busy, I've equally been pretty dang lazy. And I don't mind it a bit. Got that, NOT-ONE-BIT!

Alas, like I said earlier, all good things must come to an end, and unfortunately that includes these past four months of "Amy-time." FOUR months!!! I can assure you, it's been incredible. I thought graduating from college and getting a job was the time in life I had to feel all grown-up and big girl-esque. However, I realized that's not entirely true, it just meant I had to add a little more responsibility to my life. And now that I'm thinking about it, maybe that's all it means when you get married, too? That I now just have a little more responsibility added to my ever-so-busy-schedule, and not that I have to really grow up...that's what you do when you have kids, right? I'm sure there's a proper medical terminology for this syndrome of mine, one that enables me to think, I'm-the-youngest-child-and-don't-like-to-think-I-ever-have-to-really-grow-up-so-I'll-just-keep-saying-the-next-"phase"-of-life-is-the-phase-where-I'll-really-have-to-act-all-mature-and-like-a-true-adult. But what does all of this have to do with anyway? All I'm really trying to say is this, come Thursday, I'm back to having to be responsible. Back to having to wake up early. Back to having to act professional. Back to making money. And back to that 8-5 schedule, Monday through Friday. That's right, after two weeks of being in OK, I landed a job working for them:

Poor John, I'm sure he thought that by him going back to school it meant he finally gets to spend time AWAY from me. Nope. I'll soon be working at HIS school, on HIS campus, just across the street from where HE gets to act like a dentist all day. Lucky him! And lucky me of course! But since I don't lie, I'm just going to come out and say it, I'm really going to miss my schedule of nothingness. It's nearly 11am, and yes, I'm still sitting in bed. It's been amazing.