Lucky.

I am so lucky.

I have a job that lets me travel home when Q leaves for work.

I have family that welcomes me back eagerly.

I have a room waiting for me just like how I left it (with a few small tweaks).

I have friends ready to pick up right where we left off.

I have a fiancee who just wants me to be happy when he is away.

And I have so much love and support from every direction.

The past year has been kind of crazy. I moved to Alaska, I left one job and started another. I began my Masters. I got engaged. I planned (and am still planning!) a wedding. I made new friends. I had so many new and wonderful experiences. I left my comfort zone. I (we) bought a car. And I really started feeling like an adult for the first time.

Every time I come back to LA and leave again, I am filled with mixed emotions. I am SO beyond excited to see Q and recount all the exciting adventures he has had these past 3 weeks (lots more on that to come when I have permission to talk about it ). I am eager to get back to our home and have my own space again. I have an amazing 2-week subbing job with a 6th grade class that I absolutely love that starts right when I get back. I can’t wait to set up a new study space for me in our place and continue to work my butt off in my classes. But I’m also a little sad to leave my friends. And puppies. And parents. It’s always a hard transition after being home for 3.5 weeks to go back to normal life in Alaska. It’s cold and a little lonely and I don’t think I’ve quite hit my stride there yet. Yes, I have a job and a few friends and we are social, but I’m not 100% me yet. Alaska has brought me and Q so much closer and I wouldn’t trade these past 10 months for anything, but I’m pretty excited to live back in the continental US again.

So that’s all. I’m so lucky. Thanks for supporting me through it all.

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