My deepest and sincerest apologies for leaving you all hanging with wonder as to how we are surviving this transition in life. I know posts on fashion, recipes and other mundane happenings makes for a lot of curiosity… “Ok, we get it Sam, you love cozy sweaters for fall”…”but lets talk about the real things taking place in life, like Dusty and his sleepless nights going through medical school, or your new puppy Reo, or how life is living in a new city!”
To be honest I haven’t had much time the last month or two to really wrap my head around all that has happened in such a short amount of time…we’ve worked out a system for getting through each day that seems to be fitting. We ARE surviving. Even if barely.
Living in our new little place has really been a joy. It is small and quaint…yet it is the perfect size for Dusty and I and our two little pups. The last month or so I have been busy learning how to juggle a lot of new responsibilities. For one, Dusty handed over the finances for me to manage. He always has done it…and it was great. I loved not having to think about bills and such…but now that Dusty barely has time to do much of anything aside from study and sleep. I have had to take on quite a crazy load of responsibilities. The finances…although a little clunky for me at first have smoothed out and I have a seamless approach to taking care of them. I am quite impressed with myself and I think Dusty is impressed too! After the first month my claim to success sounded something like this, “see babe, I did it all on my own and we aren’t bankrupt!” It was at that moment the color in Dusty’s face came back and I am pretty sure he sighed the biggest sigh of relief.
Aside from learning to manage the finances I also had to pick up the slack in the yard work department. I never knew that using a weed wacker could be so therapeutic! And as princess-ish as this sounds…the men in my life have always been the ones to do the yard work …but not anymore…now it is up to me. So I have now learned how to pack some muscle behind starting up a “pull start” mower! Be very very impressed. I also have a new found love and appreciation for the oh so clever pooper-scooper. Who knew that two little dogs could make such a mess of the backyard?
Photo of Dusty and I in a small town called Lowell enjoying a little date.
As far as medical school is concerned, Dusty is doing well…there are days I can tell he is just plain frustrated and stressed. The feeling of “I just want to get through this…alive” seems to dance in his mind every single day. We knew coming in to it that things wouldn’t be easy. We heard the stories, read the articles, understood the pros and cons to taking the road less traveled. But, alas, now that we are here and in the thick of it….it is plain tiring. But never-the-less we will get through it. Perhaps a bit battered and bruised…but we got this. And as Nemo would say…”you just need to keep on swimming.” And so we keep paddling up what feels like a never ending stream that has a current that could sweep our legs out from under us at any moment…we are side stroking, back stroking, breast stroking (I am doggie paddling) and all the in between…and we will get to the shore eventually.
And how am I faring you ask? …I am doing FINE. Life is good. It means a lot to me to have the opportunity to play a roll in helping Dusty reach his end goal. Even if it means that lawn mowing, weed wacking, crunching numbers, cooking and cleaning tend to fall on my never ending to-do list. I also have been working a new job part time. This aids in our ability to eat more than ramen noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It also aids in an occasional Target and TJ Maxx run for some on sale goodies.
Right now…life is good. And terribly hard. But always good. Because God is good.
Tomorrow’s post will be about our new puppy Reo and how he is adapting to living in this crazy household! Stay tuned for an abundance of cuteness – and maybe even a video or two.