I let some things get me down this week. Busy days at work, getting ready to move, Jason out of town, my calf strain that has now become a sharp pain in my shin that won’t go away and just some general malaise have made me not the happiest gal on the block. My problems are minor. I’m glad to have a job that I like and that challenges me. I’m grateful we get to move into a bigger and better apartment. I’m so excited for Jason to be home (tomorrow!). I love that my body can run and I trust it to come back after some needed days off. Things are really good, but I have just been in a little funk.
A few moments this week have been really refreshing, though. On Tuesday night the young women went on a tour of the food pantry. First of all, I was reminded of how fortunate I am to be able to go to the store and choose any food I want and by and large not worry about how much it will cost. I’d whined to my mom earlier in the evening that I just didn’t know what I was going to have for dinner, poor me, and suddenly felt so guilty. At least I knew I would be having dinner that night, regardless of what it was.
It was also fun to get compliments on our great batch of youth from the volunteers at the food pantry. The young women are so great. Just being around them, especially on weeks when my apartment is quiet, makes me happy.
Another high point: I went to the city book sale this morning and it was awesome! There were rooms and rooms and boxes and boxes just brimming with books. I loved it. I was careful to not go too crazy, since I just spent this week packing up our book collection. I did find some books I’m really excited about, though.
Speaking of packing up one’s books, this is the current situation in our living room. I ran out of book boxes, so I need to pick up some more this weekend. It feels so weird to be leaving this apartment. We’ve lived here longer than anywhere else (combined) and, while I knew someday we’d have to leave, I hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.
I do keep reminding myself it’s a good thing, though, and that maybe our new apartment will have an electrical outlet in the bathroom. A girl can dream.
In unrelated-to-me news, Grant got his braces off. After ten years and countless appointments with Dr. Barrowes, the Pullan kids are all orthodontia-free. He looks so much like my mom. I can’t believe we will be in Utah so soon.
Tonight I’m helping out with a baby shower, for which I made my first ever poppyseed cake. The recipe is one of my mom’s, so I trust it, but I’m still a little nervous about how this will taste. Also, I am terrible at baby shower games and am pretty sure I will be the only childless person there. Wish me luck.