Waiting = Exhausting

Warning: If you have no desire to read the complaints of a girl who just needs to 'vent', then please stop reading now! :)


When I moved in with my grandparents on January 28th, I had no idea how long I was going to stay here. At that point I didn't have a job, therefore there was no way for me to consider living on my own.

Two weeks after moving in a job and an apartment were basically placed in my hands! It was a God thing :)

So, I started working, but was told I would have to wait on the apartment a few weeks while it was being remodeled. No problem...after just packing up an entire house in 3 days, I had no interest in packing up all my stuff right away. 2 weeks was perfect.

So, I waited.

Remodeling of the apartment was taking a little longer than my landlord first anticipated, and I was told it would be another month. Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I could deal with that. At least I knew I had the apartment, job, and my life outside of my parents / grandparents homes was right around the corner.

So, I waited.

That was in March.

This is June 14th.

I'm still not in my apartment.

5 1/2 weeks ago I found out that my apartment was finished, and all ready for me to start my life in it. However, my landlord had gone out of town and being the busy business man that he is, he had left his phone at home to avoid 'work calls' on his vacation.....and I couldn't exactly move in while he was gone. I had no idea when he would be returning home.

So, I waited.

And waited.

Finally, last Tuesday I got a call from him! He said he was back in town, but super busy from having been gone so long. He assured me he would call that weekend, and we would talk over the details of my apartment move.

So I waited.

It's now Tuesday...again. Still haven't heard from him. I know he is super busy and has a lot more important stuff to be taking care of....come on, the man owns 5 businesses!

So, I'm still waiting.

But I am now exhausted. Way back in February when I was told I would be moving in 2 weeks, I was thrilled!

When those 2 weeks turned into 1 month, I was still excited.....but slightly disappointed.

When 1 month turned in to 5 months.....well, we won't go there. I think the easiest way to describe myself right now would be with the word exhausted. I'm tired of waiting.

I'm ready to start my life over. Ever since that horrible day in August my life has been upside down. I'm still living my day-to-day life based on August 9th, 2010, because every morning that I wake up and see those boxes I am reminded of why I'm here. The one thing that is going to help me start over is unpacking my 'life'. Unpacking all of my (and Mom's) stuff will help me feel like I can move on.....like I have a life and am no longer 'waiting'.

But right now I feel stuck. Stuck in the 'upside-down' stage. So ready to start over.

So, faithful blog readers, please pray that I am able to move in to my apartment soon!



Okay, I feel a little better after typing that all out!

Sometimes the only way to keep

your thoughts from swirling around

in your head like a tornado is to

write them down on a piece of paper.