This time the hurricane's name is Jeanne. So, here I am, sitting again in my apartment wondering if I will lose another weekend to being stuck in my apartment...waiting for my fiance to arrive and make me feel whole again and not so alone in the storm.
When you can't really go out in a hurricane and you're unsure of what damage it will bring you find yourself thinking about all sorts of things. At least, that's how I am finding myself now. When I graduated from Simmons College in May, I was excited about moving to Florida and working at Poynter-- and Poynter has been the best and scariest thing I have done concerning my career so far. Everyday I learn something, and at night I come home and try and wrap my head around all of what I learned, want to learn, want to write about, hope to be a better editor at. I never would have told you that I would want to live in Florida-- and the hurricanes are making me miss New England more than ever. But Poynter is just the type of challenge I tell my friends I crave...and it's scary to think I'm working there. What will happen in a year when Dave and I have to move someplace? Will I get a good job that I love going to? Will he be happy in his job? And how is it possible to have *so far* achieved all the goals I had set for myself for after my graduation from Simmons.
I wanted to:
1. Move out of my parents house for good to show that I am independent
2. Get a job in the journalism industry that I love
3. Spend as much time as possible with David and really work at being the *normal* couple we used to be before the military
4. Write better than I have before
I'm still working on numbers 3 and 4-- but three is slowly getting there too now that David and I are engaged. Ever since I met him in 8th grade all I've wanted was to have his last name be my last name.
It's scary to have things going so well-- maybe that's why all of these hurricanes are coming-- just to keep me off balance and slightly stressed out. It's almost like I am waiting for the other shoe to drop and have something go horribly wrong even though I don't want that shoe to ever actually drop.
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I know what you mean when you talk about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Although we aren't contending with the same type of natural disasters here in VA it's almost like I know something bad is just over the horizon. I got into a grad program that I love and I'm on my way to break into a field that I am really excited about. Tyson is here with me working at a really good company for his internship and living with him is going really well. (Don't worry Elizabeth, Dave will be there soon!) My little sister is living less than a mile across the Potomac from me. It's like all the things that I was hoping would happen by now and have been working towards have actually come to fruition.
I just want to make sure the you understand that I am really proud of you for having accomplished all you have since May. When we first graduated I was exceedingly jealous because you knew where you were going and what you would be doing and it was all exactly what you wanted. But now that I have settled in VA I am more impressed with your perserverance and focus. I am very happy for you and Dave too, what you two share is very special.
Don't be too worried about that inevitable bump in the road, let the hurricaines be your chaos for now. And remember, hurricaine season does end...eventually...i think...
Hannah
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