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Summertime... and the living is easy!

My mom left to go back to Michigan today. She has to be at work tomorrow morning, isn't she a trooper? I've only done that kind of thing twice, and regretted it both times, so I hope she doesn't push herself too far, she's on call this weekend. Either way, I miss her already. Her being here cushioned Brett leaving, but nothing is here to cushion her leaving. It's been a quiet afternoon, there is just a piece of today missing. It will take a little bit before it feels right again. Part of this is that I have not spent a minute to myself since she came. Brett and I slept in different rooms, my mom and I didn't. When you're so used to being attached at the hip with someone it obviously is strange to not be. Lisa and I have been in the same house all day, but trying to get our stuff done. I paid medical bills, she set up the boys baseball schedules. Productive, quiet, new?

So this morning, I woke up at 6 to see my mom off, fell asleep at like, 7:30, woke up at 8 for meds, fell back asleep until 11am. Weird morning. I could definitely still use days like this where I sleep a lot in the morning, even if it's weird. The problem is, I just feel this tired all day. It's 4pm and it feels like 10pm? BUT it's SUNNY so I don't know! Part of this sense of unease despite the sun and blue sky outside.

I got approved to do some intermittent work starting monday, so the ball is officially rolling! I'm going to move back to my apartment over the weekend, and then I'm going to see how this works out for me. I told Lisa about it today. I also made a joke about if it was ok if I called home if I got homesick. Would she come pick me up?! We laughed, and she said I could come sleep in "my bed" whenever. Interestingly, I only did that once in my entire life (called home at night because I was homesick). The first time I slept at a friends house I called because I missed my mom. My mom was mad and she told me to not do it again, so I didn't. I have never had a problem sleeping wherever. Well, lets hope that's still true. It seems to be true so far in that I move all over the country, stay with all sorts of people, etc. Hopefully I can go back to my own bed in my own apartment without much of a problem. =)

I'm excited about work, a little apprehensive about my sleeping arrangements (Shhhh don't tell, Jason SNORES!), but it's needed. Between now and my big tests, it seems like I should start trying to regain my life as "normal." I don't really endorse the word "normal," especially when we talk about people and behaviors, so let me rephrase: familiar? Doesn't seem to quite capture the essence of what this feels like for me.The Plan: Here in April, take some baby steps. In May, once I get my "positive results" I can keep my momentum going. If I do not get the results we hoped for, this could be a little bit of a "tease" but I am going to operate like the positive results are already on their way, that's what hope is about. Besides, June, I come to michigan for at least 6 weeks.

Summer in Michigan, my favorite. I'm getting anxious about that part now that my mom isn't here. It's been over a month since I've seen my dad, 2 weeks since Brett, 10 hours since my mom. That's excruciating! Lots of my pictures come from Michigan summers. I'll have to be sneaking more shots of my family though. (mission impossible theme-song inserted here).

Well, it looks like a plan is developing for the next 6-7 weeks! Time flies so I'll blink and it will be SUMMERTIME! So... for now, we enjoy spring, and hope that I get a chance to see the rejuvenation of spring! (AKA, hair regrowth!)

I've got a (vague) plan! One less thing to worry about!

Bear Lake, MI

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