( Malcolm's birth story )

I don't know about you all, but Thanksgiving was the worst

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Moved in, lots of boxes, have to clean the old apartments and find a job and pass my finals. Life is oppressively stressful.

No internet yet, but the house is looking lovely. Picutres soon.

I have an interview for a job in a bookstore in a few hours. It's only 10-20 hours a week, and it's minimum wage but working is a bookstore has always, always been my idea of the perfect job and I'm incredibly excited. I was really proud of my ( cover letter. )

This is going to be whiny, so don't feel as if you really need to read it ( Read more... )

The last week I have twice dreamed that I cheated on Mark. Both times it was with someone that, in the dream, I really cared about and could have loved if I wasn't with Mark. Both times Mark was understanding and forgiving. He didn't seem angry or too upset. Usually Mark and I share our dreams but I was so unsettled by these ( Read more... )

Alright, I was hoping to wait until things were set in stone, but I love you all and would prefer none of you passed out from holding your breath. Anyhow, the news is that barring hell or highwater Mark, Clementine and I will be moving into this house within the next few weeks. It's about fifteen minutes outside of the city. There is a little yard ( Read more... )

"Expect to have hope rekindled. Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again." - Sarah Ban Breathnach

I probably have exciting news. Hold your breath.

Apparently a haircut actually is the answer to those problems, because last night Mark and I spent hours discussing absolutely everything; there was no fighting at all, just love and communication and agreeing on priorities and where we want things to go, and how soon. It was amazing. I honestly, deep down thought we were headed for a breakup but ( Read more... )