Once upon a time, I blogged regularly. That was until I realized that there wasn't anything going on in my life that was worth writing about. Recently, there have been circumstances in my life that prohibit me from communicating with people who mean a lot to me and hence, the "blog" has been started again. In case you the reader are not aware of my current life situation, I'm back at home in Carrollton, Georgia living with my parents. Why, you ask? It's all Obama's fault...or at least that's what I like to tell myself when I'm feeling flustered. Me and George are attempting to buy the cutest little house in all of Chattanooga. However, the house buying process has been a bit boogery to say the least. We were scheduled to close on the house on September 8th. Being naive, first time house buyers, we arranged our life as if the house was already ours, lining up tenants for our apartment and packing up all our earthly belongings in giant cardboard boxes. Due to the recession, the financing portion of the house buying process is much harder to swim through and the necessary financing that we needed to secure the house was not available at the time of closing. We were able to get an extension but we still had to move. We'd committed a rookie mistake but learned from the blunder and moved forward. We have until the end of September to finish up the house buying process but in the meantime, the me and the kids are living with my parents while George holds down the fort in a small apartment in St. Elmo and continues to "bring home the bacon". I suppose I could pack up the children and move into the apartment with my husband but we both agreed that moving the babies around too much would be hard on them so we're staying put until further notice. In the meantime, I'm feeling...lost. It's odd to be living with one's parents after a long stint of independence. I appreciate their help and although they give me a large amount of freedom, I feel limited. Even though no one has said anything to me, I feel like I need permission to use a vehicle or the computer which makes me feel like I'm a child again. I spend a lot of my time making sure the kids are quiet and out of the way. I don't want to be a burden to my family and I certainly don't want the kids distracting Daddy from work or exhausting mom when she gets home after a long day. In essence, I feel as though I'm walking on egg shells and perhaps wearing out my welcome. I also don't feel like I'm helping out enough. I've asked mom to leave me a list of chores she'd like completed but she insists that everything is "fine". I've asked dad if there is anything I could do to help out financially (such as pay a portion of the water, electricity and grocery bill) but he says things are "fine" as well. I'm paying for anything baby related (diapers, wipes, apple juice, etc...) but I just don't feel like that's enough to keep from burdening my parents. What's more, I miss my friends...especially my friends that I meet with on a regular weekly basis (Jenn, Buck, Abby and Amalia). I have few friends here in Carrollton and I feel isolated, as if Chrissy and Isaac are the only humans I have interaction with during the day. Of course, I see mom, dad and Austin everyday but not until late in the evening and they usually have plenty to do once they get home. I think the worst part of this is that I don't get to see George. We attempt to talk on the phone everyday but it feels so unnatural. We gab about the intricacies of our day and eventually say goodnight when we are too tired to talk anymore. We are still communicating in the same way but the intimacy of our marriage talk seems to be lost over the phone line. I'm hurting for a hug from him as well. I'd really like to go back home but I know that this is where I need to be for the moment. I think this might be the most I've allowed myself to whine about my situation since I moved in two weeks ago. Of course, I tell George how I'm feeling but I've not mentioned anything to my parents. I think it would seems ungrateful and childish. As it is, I'm attempting to make the most of my time here. I've joined the choir at my parents church and jumping head long into ministry there. If I surround myself with God and his work, I won't have time to mope and feel sorry for myself, right? I don't know if that's a theological mind frame but it has kept me from getting depressed. I'm learning more about trust and faith everyday and it gives me hope that I can weather what honestly is a small sprinkle storm and not a hurricane in my life.
So that's what's going on and it's all Obama's fault.
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