My best friend's mom died last week.
Cancer, always such a nasty thing.
Just so hard to accept death.
In the week since, there have been a lot of tears. Plenty of trying to figure things out. One sermon that I cried through as the preacher talked about Lazarus dying and how Mary and Martha must have been so mad that he let their brother die.
My own heart has been asking those same questions. Of all the people in the world, why her? Someone so full of life and love. Someone so giving. So loving. Why does God do what he does? I have no ideas. I don't think I'm mad at him per se, but I just don't understand.
In the days that followed I spent plenty of time trying to keep my mind off reality. Mostly talking with my chatterbox grandmother. Some cooking.
And then I got a few phone calls. I got the job...
I'm moving down South where my boyfriend lives. I got a job in the admin area at the state college there. After nearly 4 years of nasty distance, we'll finally get to experience life as a normal couple. Finally.
I spent the weekend looking for apartments. I spent today resigning from my current position and gathering funds and estimates to move. Despite my stupidity, this will be my second move in 3 months. A new personal record I hope to not beat. I'm not looking forward to the cancellation fees and startup fees. I am looking forward, however, to being much closer to the man I love so much. God, may this be the right move.
Things do seem to be falling together. Just one last detail - who will take this apartment?
