Settling In
Wow, I can’t believe it’s been 18 days since we’ve moved. The place has come together quite nicely, and I would like to thank my Type A perfectionist personality for kicking into high gear during that first week. I think I had every box unpacked within 4 days and by the end of the same week had everything I could move in its place. Pictures, etc. still need to be hung, but that will happen when Mr. Dallas has some spare time. Bless that man, he is a HARD worker.
The silver lining to being unemployed is that I have the time to tackle such a project. The job with the family as a nanny didn’t pan out, but I think it’s really for the best. I am learning many life lessons, which aren’t always pleasant, but still deepens my pool of “stuff-I-thought-I-knew-but-realized-I-don’t-really-know-anything.” I have had a job from the moment I was legally allowed to work. I was the middle child, afflicted with a bad case of middle-child syndrome. I wanted to provide for myself and not be a bother to my parents. I would stash away birthday and holiday money – which came in handy when I ran away. To the bushes in the front yard. Then back to my room when I saw my parents car coming down the road. You can never be too prepared.
Where was I? Oh, yes. I have always wanted to be able to provide for myself and learn to be self-sufficient, which I believed to be synonymous with strength. I have learned these last two months that sometimes it takes more strength to allow someone else to provide for you and to be humble enough to accept it with grace and thanksgiving.