Hi, friends...all 6 of you that follow me. I have decided to get back into writing this blog, but let’s be honest- it might not last long. I’m away from home right now and will be until August 2nd. I’m back in my hometown of Lexington, KY teaching music at MADcamp for the third year in a row. I love Lexington, I like the job I’m doing, but I miss my life. My life in Murfreesboro with my husband, my dog, and my house. We’ve only been married 3 months now, but it is so strange leaving that life we started to go teach in another state. I guess I’m just in a different season of my life and a part of me is truly missing while I’m here. Some people, when I told them that I was leaving for a month, were shocked that I decided to do it again this year. They must have thought it was weird for me to leave my husband and all, but I knew then that it wasn’t going to be an issue. Ben and I had been apart for the same amount of time this time last year, and we survived. We were just dating at this point last year and weren’t completely involved in the everyday activities of each others’ lives like we are now. But because of that little thing called marriage, this is really hard for me to be gone! I totally understand why people hardly ever spend time away from their spouses-why would you?
Figuring that I would naturally have loads of free time on my hands when I wasn’t working at camp, I brought along my keyboard to Lexington. I was going to practice. I am going to practice. Whatever, who am I fooling? I am unmotivated and bored here. I selfishly think, “Awesome, a few good days of just me and that keyboard with no distractions.” I haven’t touched it. Ok, I lied- it does hold a mean pair of clothes for the next day. Why is that? Do we start feeling resentment toward our mate for keeping us from doing things we want to do in our daily lives only to find out that the biggest distraction of all is that feeling of utter shapelessness when we are apart from them? Unfortunately, yes. Was Bridget Jones on the right track with that oh-so-cheesy line, “You complete Me”? YES! I think she was.
Shapelessness. That’s a much better description than a piece missing. He holds me together, he completes me. I guess that means I miss him terribly.