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Well, winter has settled in. I'm not so sure how I feel about this. Last year I longed for a big dump of snow, a frigid chill in up my spine, and a warm heated bed to craw in to. Now that I've had it and I'm ready for it to stop.

Enough about the weather.

Things are pretty consistent in my life these days, which makes me restless. As I visited with my mom last week, I casually mentioned that I keep thinking about what might be next. She quickly pointed out that I've been home for only 4 months. It's true. My whole life I've basically been anticipating what's next: becoming a teenager, getting my license, going to college, turning 21, etc. etc. Since I graduated, it seems that I've only signed 1 year work contracts and because of that, I am constantly in search, or pursuit, or in question (whatever), of what's around the next corner. (cue in Pocahontas' Just around the Riverbend...)

I came home without many strings attached, just a few student loans which will be an ever present constant for many years to come. I intended to return to school for Elementary Education, and I'm still interested in that, but it's a fairly large commitment and really, the idea of student teaching w/o income is extremely unappealing. So, I'm here. I have a great job which will undoubtedly keep me in the area for a few more years. It also mashes so many of my interests and is giving me the opportunity to grow professionally and personally...I should be completely happy, settling in, content...and in most ways I am...but I'm unable to shrug that thin cape that carries me from now to whatever is next (and I do have some brewing ideas;)