Homeless, well sort of.

It's official, I sold my house!! The closing was today, although I signed the papers last night because I didn't want to be at the closing. Now it's off to Banana Republic to spend the money. LOL, just kidding. I'm now living back at home with my parents. It's only for two weeks and it will be nice to spend time with the family before I leave for Colorado Springs on Aug 3.

I have been blessed with a great family and amazing friends. A huge "Thank you" to all who have helped me pack up and move!! I am learning this whole process is more emotional then I expected. I have so appreciated all the words of encouragement from so many of my friends. I am feeling a little needy right now and having you all to listen, encourage and/or distract me has been wonderful.

I'm not having second thoughts but this is hard. I'm so caught up in the details, I have forgotten how excited I was about this opportunity. There is still a lot to do in the next 2 weeks and little by little it will get done. The first thing I need to finish is my presentation for the fund raising event. If you are interested in supporting me, please see the post titled "support letter" it also explains a little more about why I decided to do this.

I went for a run today and despite the humidity it felt awesome. Its been a few days (well 4), since I've been able to run. Between the move and thunderstorms getting outside has been tough. I typically run with headphones and will listen to an array of music. My music taste is a little schizophrenic but today this song took my mind off of the run. It's from the musical "Rent" and it asks "how do you measure a year". I couldn't help but wonder next year, when I'm back for a visit; how will I measure a year? How different will I be, how much will have changed here and a little less philosophical will I still be running?

I was told to bring modest work out clothes, which I thought shorts and t-shirts. Thankfully I asked and was told capri work-out pants are better. I can only wear shorts if no Afghan men are present. And no I won't be running through the streets any more. The apartment I'll be in has some exercise equipment and there are always the stairs. I'm sure I'll find more spots once I'm there.
Keep Smiling,
Jen