It's Friday! It's Friday!

I don't know why I am so excited about Friday. I mean, I have to work tomorrow, maybe Sunday? But either way, I am thrilled that it is Friday.

Today I am in the office, and that means I can wear jeans! Yay! It's the little things that keep me going.

Tonight is the school supply packing night at church. Nate has class until 9:00, so I think I'll go to keep myself occupied, and maybe get to meet some new people.

Lately I've been in this mood where my normally outgoing personality has shriveled down to 'me wanting to stay inside my comfort zone'. I have been very awkward around new people, and not particularly interested in getting to know them. This happens to me every now and then. I want things to stay the same, and if they can't stay the same, I want them to become completely different.

Maybe this doesn't make sense to you my dear reader, but it makes complete sense to me.

For example. If I had stayed in Champaign-Urbana for another year of school (this is all hypothetical... let's pretend that my masters degree had taken two years instead of one), I would have wanted all of my friends to stay in school with me. That way I would have my little warm cocoon of friends. BUT, if several of them decided to take off and leave me in Champaign-Urbana, I would have wanted to 1) change majors and make entirely new friends, or 2) leave the University and start completely over somewhere else.

Am I strange? Maybe.

Nate and I have been talking a lot lately about where to go after he's been at SAIC for a year. We were thinking maybe to Eastern or Western Europe for a bit. BUT, they have all these jobs in Asia where you get housing allowances as big as your salary, and more perks than any person should rightfully get from their employer.

My question (I posed this to Nate last night) was this: should we move closer to home to be near my grandparents during the final 5-10ish years of their lives, or should we move abroad/somewhere else in the US while we are young with no children? What are the chances that we're going to want to move around when we have kids? I don't know. I'm glad that we have a while to think about it before we have to make a decision.

Sometimes life is easy. It just rolls around and I feel like I'm sliding down a big, perfect hill on a fun little wooden sled. Then other times life is like I'm skiing down a big hill and I see these huge moguls in front of me, and that's when I realize I've never been skiing before and that if I don't get help I'm going to break a leg. Good thing there's a God in heaven.