Alone in an empty office.

The hubs and I

I’m not new to this blogging world. I’ve had a few other online journals but seeing how I start out with the best intentions and then forget a few days later I have either forgotten what website I used or my passwords and usernames so here I go again.

I recently got married to Phillip and I’m living in Fayettenam with my little family (it includes our dog Freyja who I believe is not a Rottweiler/Lab mix but a Lab/Minitature Pincher mix because of her lack of growth). I moved down here in November and we got married in April. I have come to believe whatever girl tells you how much different marriage is from dating didn’t fully get to know their significant other and married them without having been through both the best and worst of times with them. The only things that are different, to me, is getting used to saying husband and signing a new last name. Otherwise its exactly the same.

I started a new job at a counseling center three weeks ago so it has been three weeks since I have had a day off. I also work part time at the local hospital. I got my new job because the job at the hospital started calling me out all the time. I have bills to pay so I found a better job. Nine to five type and I get to wear dressy/casual clothing and sit in nice chair. I didn’t think the hospital really needed me so I kept weekend hours (I am obligated to work at least 48 hours a month for the unit I am employed) which was a complete mistake because I have worked every day that I am scheduled so far. Its exhausting. But at least I am home in the evenings now and we get to have dinner together and not fall asleep at one or two.

I am trying to get used to having not quite the same income as before. I am a surgical technologist but I hate it. I don’t want to be defined by working in a hospital, it’s great for others but not for me, so I paid off my student loan (which almost sent me to the bathroom throwing up because I paid it the same week my car payment is due) and Phillip and I are going to head to base in the next week to figure out how to transfer his GI bill to me so I can get back into school. I have almost an associates degree in liberal arts but neither one of us has a real degree. He is getting ready to start training for a new job in the airforce and if it doesn’t work out he is going to leave and we both want me to have a degree so that if he does leave, we aren’t left in a tight spot. We live fairly well compared to others our age. We don’t worry too much over money, we drive nice cars, we are able to travel, but if he leaves the airforce then we are screwed unless I get back into school, My problem has always been going back and forth over what I want to study. Art and art history is my passion but that’s not a job that I can carry with me if we move overseas (fingers crossed). And I have thought about becoming a teacher but then again, I only want to teach art. My other love is psychology. And it was my first major. I totally missed out on a mentorship at UVA for forensic psych in 2003. I could have had it handed to me through friends and alumni, and I had the grades to transfer but I decided to be the weird art student instead. I guess I have a lot on my plate. Getting used to depending on somone besides my dad (the hubs took my car to get the oil changed yesterday since I always forget to), getting back into school, living in the armpit of North Carolina and knowing no one. Dealing with the stress of a different pay grade but not really suffering because of it. I don’t know. All the experiences I have will make me a stronger person. Let’s just keep fingers crossed no babies are in my future because that would send me over the edge.

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