This summer has been filled with transitions:
coming home from NZ
a new ward
not living with single ladies
living with parents
looking for a job lifestyle
getting a job. which required a:
new sleeping schedule.
quitting that job after a couple months
new sleeping schedule
new ward because fall housing didn't work out
living with parents...always a transition
starting student teaching next week
the student teaching lifestyle...to be experienced.
I wish there was some kind of love transition in here too. I'll pretend there was.