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My Uncle Dave always told me that between the ages of 19-23 or so, it's just weird, because you don't know who you are and who you're supposed to be. You're not an adult but you're not a kid. I'm feeling that lately... I mean, obviously I'm an adult. I'm married to a wonderful man, and I have a lot of responsibilities like supporting a family of 2.5 (Rigby only counts as half) and paying all the bills on-time. We have our first major purchase under our belts (the Ford Escape), and all that fun stuff. But, I still feel like this is a transitionary phase. I wonder if that ever goes away. When we move back to Pittsburgh, Josh will be doing an internship, externship and then taking the Bar in February of 2013. Hopefully then he can start working too, and we can see what it'll be like to be in a regular groove, a dual-income family. Maybe then I'll feel more like an adult... who knows. I'm sad I haven't heard back from Children's yet. I really don't want to work at any other hospital, but I know I have to take a job whether it's the one I want or not - because we don't have an income, save for me. And I've already taken a week off of work at CMC to pack and get everything figured out. Before I know it, it'll be Friday. Because this week is going to be so crazy busy. And then... I'll only have 1 week of work left. I'm excited to be done. But my goal of not draining my ET balance is not working out. Ah well, I'd honestly rather have less time at work at this point. I always used to finish strong in cross country and track. I'd wait until there were about 200 yards left and sprint with all that I had left in me - a lot of times I could gain 2 or 3 spots by that little trick, but I find as I'm getting older and way more out of shape, I no longer finish strong with other things in life let alone running. I'm eager to get out of this job, so I'm waning in my ability to see the positives of picking up extra hours and shifts. Which, either way God will provide for us, but I could help us out a little too. Anyways, I'm rambling at this point... Time to get started with my morning! Love, Sara