We're still waiting on orders as to where we'll end up next. We've pretty much allowed for the possibility that we'll stay here in Hawaii, which is actually sounding better and better. If that were the case at least I would still have a job and not have to look for a different one. Plus, it would give us more time to save up for moving the animals, and, as it is, we get paid more for being out here, which is a nice bonus. In addition, we figured it would give some people more time to visit us if they wanted to. The only condition to staying out here is that Carl gets off the Paul Hamilton, which has caused nothing but problems for the last couple months. But, we would still like to be closer to home and we think it'd be awesome to see another location.
That being said, I'm missing my family quite a bit. This weekend everyone on my mom's side is getting together to celebrate Grandma's birthday, and I'm kinda bummed that we can't be there. It's hard for me, because I don't know how many more birthdays she'll have that she will recognize people. And, I'm also scared that she won't know who I am next time I DO see her. I even miss my siblings, even though a couple years ago I couldn't wait to get out of the house. I wish I could go to choir concerts, and High School Plays. I wish I could go for walks around Oconomowoc Lake or walk down to have a drink at the bars with friends.
Our "family" seems to be growing up. Our kitten isn't small any longer. She's now almost 7 months old, and is getting into so much trouble. The puppy, however, is showing his age compared to her. He enjoys laying on the couch for most hours of the day (of course, he seems to get more energy right about when we're getting ready for bed) and cuddles up to both of us, even when doing so is detrimental for us cuddling ourselves.
I really enjoy working at Macy's. I'm enjoying having responsibility, even though sometimes the disorganization makes me want to pull my hair out. I will definitely be sad to leave if/when we have to, since I feel so much closer to everyone now. I was joking with Carl the other day that I will now grow old calling flip-flops "slippers" and, unfortunately for him, will probably have quite a few sentences that end in "ya". But this culture is so different from what I grew up with, and the change is refreshing. I feel like it's helping me become what I'm supposed to become. And I'm ok with that.
