misinterpretation

I'm sorry but was this not you that you were referring to? I mean, I thought it was apparent given the events of the last....few months.

Did I miss something? Because if I remember correctly since the first day we have talked all I've heard from you is how you always get screwed over for being so nice. And I said nice was good, I like nice. I did not screw you over for being nice. I praised you for being nice. I still talk to you because you are so.damn.nice.

Have we not been having the conversations I think we're having?

Because you're kinda...bein a jerk. So stop.
For the love stop stop stop stop stop!

One can only hope

The Current Whatever: "Well, congratulations"

Me: "For?"

The Current: "You're finally done dating jerks!"

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Are you fo real?

In the last little while I started to think that it was time for a change and I was sensing that change was near. I began to prepare myself and thought things like "I shouldn't buy a dresser because if we move then it's just one more giant piece of furniture to haul". I had stopped dating altogether because I was sick of my options and thought that maybe if I went to a new ward that I'd meet someone impressive. I've had these thoughts a lot in the last month.

When our landlords called last week and said that they want to move back in to our place (ok, their place) I wasn't surprised. I have grown very attached to this place but the time came where it was time to just move on. I started looking for places to live in Salt Lake and discovered how cheap studio apartments are and that most of them allow dogs (found the ideal low maintenance breed-and named her). For lack of a better way to describe my future-I'm totally amped.

New scene, new faces, finish program at school-new job, fresh start. It sounds so refreshing.

So while searching, pondering, and what have you, I had a very "I'll go where you want me to go. I'll do what you want me to do" attitude. I felt so right about all of it and every time I would talk about it I got excited. But as I pulled up to our house the other day I got a little choked up. I love it here and we allowed ourselves to be comfortable here, which is probably the first mistake. But it's been such a good, happy, life. But it obviously means that it's time for the next phase-given the occurrence of events in the last few days.

I can't begin to tell how many moments of "not my will" or asking to be led into someones life that really needs to me there, have occurred in the last week. I never felt any sense of unease about moving and I really felt like Salt Lake was the place.

Last night Megan calls me to tell me she just spoke to Jerry (landlord). They don't want to move back and they want us to stay here. Oh. Huh? Seriously? ok. What? Well...alright. For real? Each of those statements were followed by confusion, tears, laughter, and in n out.

I guess two years later this is still the place. Whatever the heck that means.