When Not In Class…

Old Friends Feel Like Home

I am new to Jacksonville. Michael has lots of ties here, lots of old friends. They are awesome people and they are already working their way into my heart. We are new friends and I can tell that we only need some time to pass before they will become old friends (Hear that! You are stuck with me).

There is nothing quite like an old friend. Old friends feel like home. There is nothing you could ever do to phase them. No show to put on, they just seem to stick around anyways. No amount of time could pass that could ever change things. Old friends are a special kind of awesome.

These past few weeks I’ve been lucky enough to spend some time with a few of my old friends. Every time we see each other it’s always the same. Always. Though we are older, are no longer kids, are out of school, have real jobs and are looking to move to new places (Although I hear that Chicago is on its way out, Nicole. Reconsider) we are still the same in a lot of ways. Sometimes it’s just nice to talk to someone who new you before, who knows your tales, where you have been and how far you have come. So many unspoken conversations I have had with my old friends (Xuan!). So many favors I have had done for me without ever having to ask. Old friends feel like home.

Now I’m off to go spend some more time with them. Eliel is in town and our apartment is filled with the sounds of the acoustic jam sessions of our early college years. Love it.

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My Guy…

Me and my guy, we’ve been together for 4 years. FOUR YEARS! We’ve only been married for 5  months but as he said this weekend, while we were celebrating in Sea World, “I feel like I’ve been married MY WHOLE LIFE!” then he quickly turned to me, smiled and added “…but in a good way”.

I feel the same way.  As a newly wed I get asked this question a lot: “Do you feel like a wife yet?” and the answer was no and is still no.

I got to wondering why that might be and I think… as cheesy as it is… that I felt like his wife a long time ago. Now that we’re married I don’t feel any different, our relationship hasn’t changed. He is still my best friend. Now we just share an address, bills, new adventures and a last name.

It has been the best 4 years. I look forward the next 40. Thanks for a great weekend, Love! Even when I’ve been a grump alllllll week you still love me somehow : )

So Long and Thanks for All the Fish

About a week ago one of our good friends up and moved to Chicago. That makes 2 of my good friends who have up and moved to Chicago. *Shakes fist at Chicago* What the heck!?

Having never been to Chicago I don’t understand the appeal. Oh well.

We threw her a little shin-dig. All of the ideas are compliments of pinterest.com.  I clearly have a problem however its not a habit I’m willing to break.

Anyways… We will love and miss you Jeri!  I’ll miss how we used to share a silent exchange whenever my husband was being silly. I’ll also miss how when I would tell stories from home you were the only one who knew what they were about. I will miss you my Tampa/Gainesville/Jacksonville connection!

Wishing you all the best from Jacksonville. No worries though, I know many adventures are still to be had.

Where You Invest Your Love, You Invest Your Life

Today a topic was brought up that I don’t usually like: one’s legacy. “What will your LEGACY be?” We tell the kids that they should dream big, really make their mark, leave an impression on this place.

Whoa.

Having spent this past Monday LITERALLY  following the footsteps of someone who is LITERALLY changing education as we know it… I felt very small.

I hate that.

I used to think I’ll worry about that when “I’m grown up”.  However, somehow I’m out of school, married and working …surely this means I’ve grown up. I’m not entirely sure how I let that happen.

As luck would have it, as I was reaching that moment of panic, that “What have I actually done with my life?!” moment …Mumford & Sons came on Pandora.

Oh Mumford & Sons: “Where you invest your love, you invest your life”

How incredibly conformting a thought.

If my life is a measure of where my love is then I can sleep well. I love God, my husband, my sisters, my parents, my friends and teaching. I love helping students find their way. I know that I am investing my life in things that I love.  For too many people this is not the case. And from what I can tell, here from my messy desk, I am blessed.

1 John 4:7  Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.

Lazy Sundays…

Some weeks are long, most are busy. This past month especially so. I found myself in the same Grad-School grind that I hoped never to be in again: Wake up too early and coming home too late with little time spent on anything other than work.  Repeat.

This past Friday was a teacher work day and we were all grateful for some extra time to catch up.  A work colleague of mine and I began to share this feeling of “Only having time for work and NO PERSONAL TIME”. We decided that we would make an effort for ourselves and for our families to at least give ourselves the weekend.

I am working on leaving work at work when I go home for the weekend. There is nothing quite as good as a lazy day spent out in the cool weather with my favorite guy… leaving work at work.

Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28