Ok...I wanna retreat! Fast! But it isn't going to happen, just have to deal with the hand I've been dealt. Doing lots of praying about it. My roommate bailed on me, leaving me in a 2 BR apt I can't afford. If I can find a roommate in the next 2 weeks, I'm ok. If not, I have to talk to the manager about shifting into a 1 BR....*if* she'll allow it....and even that is going to strain my finances. I'll survive, and I know that the good Lord will be there to help....it's just terrifying when you're standing on a precipice of financial disaster.
I don't wish her ill, really I don't....but I wish she'd thought things through before committing to this. I would never have taken this on if she hadn't assured me.
Other than that, my first two weeks in Cincy have had their traumatic moments. My walker gave its last gasp when it dumped me head over heels in front of Surrey Square. Luckily there were several passersby to help, since the darn thing had no brakes to balance me as I tried to get up. Broke a toe in the process. Lots of scrapes and bruises. I look like I've been beaten pretty thoroughly....luckily none of it shows when dressed.
Then I caught a really bad cold. I teased P that I was allergic to Cincy before I realized that he'd just kindly shared his cold with me. I'm feeling a little better, although I haven't been able to relax and sleep tonight.
This week would have been our third anniversary. I really felt (still feel, actually) that he's the love of my life. I've never been in love like that before, and I don't expect I'll do so again....at least not on this side of the veil.
I know things will work out the way they're supposed to but I'm not sure what the lesson I'm supposed to be learning is.
I'm trying really hard not to be despondent. I miss my friends in IL, and it's a pain getting set up with all the Drs again, but I still think in the long run, this was the right move. In fact, I *know* it was....I just wish I knew why. I know He'll protect and take care of me as long as I'm faithful. That reminds me of the quote "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it."
Well, don't know if I have any readers....but in case I do, you're now updated on the doings in my life. Peace. Out.
I don't wish her ill, really I don't....but I wish she'd thought things through before committing to this. I would never have taken this on if she hadn't assured me.
Other than that, my first two weeks in Cincy have had their traumatic moments. My walker gave its last gasp when it dumped me head over heels in front of Surrey Square. Luckily there were several passersby to help, since the darn thing had no brakes to balance me as I tried to get up. Broke a toe in the process. Lots of scrapes and bruises. I look like I've been beaten pretty thoroughly....luckily none of it shows when dressed.
Then I caught a really bad cold. I teased P that I was allergic to Cincy before I realized that he'd just kindly shared his cold with me. I'm feeling a little better, although I haven't been able to relax and sleep tonight.
This week would have been our third anniversary. I really felt (still feel, actually) that he's the love of my life. I've never been in love like that before, and I don't expect I'll do so again....at least not on this side of the veil.
I know things will work out the way they're supposed to but I'm not sure what the lesson I'm supposed to be learning is.
I'm trying really hard not to be despondent. I miss my friends in IL, and it's a pain getting set up with all the Drs again, but I still think in the long run, this was the right move. In fact, I *know* it was....I just wish I knew why. I know He'll protect and take care of me as long as I'm faithful. That reminds me of the quote "I never said it would be easy, I only said it would be worth it."
Well, don't know if I have any readers....but in case I do, you're now updated on the doings in my life. Peace. Out.
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