Relief?

I found out today I didn't get the job in Phoenix. I was a little sad, it's never nice to be told that someone didn't want you, but I felt pretty good about it, once my wounded pride stopped smarting. It felt a lot like when I didn't get into the grad school I wanted to go to. That very night, my cousin randomly called and told me about UOPX, and told me I should apply there. Things really fell in to place for me after that, and I think it's one of the best things I have done. Plus, now I don't have to make a decision, it was pretty much made for me! I feel like I have been holding by breath for the last month, and now I can finally exhale. A good feeling!

In other news, I have not been grocery shopping in a very long time (emphasis on VERY) and so I am eating a loaf of store bought bread that I got for our trip to the beach (which was AMAZING, btw!) and it is so gross! I remember now why I started making my own bread! Which made me pretty proud of myself. I make bread! How cool is that??

Tomorrow I turn 25. I'm pretty much over the freak-out stage, especially since I feel more direction now that I know I am staying here. Everyone has been so nice about my birthday. My amazing roommate is making me a breakfast that looked amazing even in the prep stages (and I wonder why I have put on weight lately??) and my coworkers are planning something, but I'm not quite sure what. They did ask what my favorite color was, and mentioned something about a tiara. I feel like a huge brat, but I love my birthday, and love making a big deal out of it! I always laugh at people that get mad when friends/family forget their birthdays. No one in the history of the Earth has ever forgotten my birthday. Possibly because I start a countdown at least a month before, and be sure everyone knows my shoe size, just in case they get the urge to get me a little something :) All of this is just another reminder of how amazing my life is, and how blessed I am in every aspect of my life!

A Tale of Two Cities

I have been freaking out the last few days. Ok, maybe more than a few days. The short version of the story is that I applied for a job in Phoenix a few weeks ago, and made it through the final round of interviewing, and will be flying to Phoenix tomorrow to do my final interview. All of this has made me realize how amazingly blessed I am here in San Antonio, and how much I don't want to leave. It has also made me realize how much I want this job. I have prayed and fasted about this, and I still have no idea what I should do. That could be becuase I don't actually have a decision to make, since I don't have the job yet, and might not even get it. But I just keep wondering if I really can leave here. From the first day I drove my U-Haul into town, San Antonio has felt like home. I've had my ups and downs, but over all, this past year has been one of the happiest of my whole life. I have met some of the greatest people, and had some of the greatest experiences. But I can't help but wonder if this was just a temporary resting place, a place to learn and grow, but not to actually land. It kills me to think of leaving the people, the parties, the Riverwalk and the Alamo, and the BBQ! This has also made me realize how lucky I am to have the amazing people in my life that I am blessed with. My dad called today and offered to drive 34 hours in a truck with no AC to move me, so I wouldn't have to spend the money on a U-Haul. My amazing roommates have watched my try on twenty different outfits to help me decide what to wear for my interview, and watched my presentation to give me pointers. My co workers have made it very clear how much I would be missed at the campus, but have given me their unwavering support. All of this is making it very hard for me to leave!! But I know, in the end, that things happen for a reason, and that no matter what happens, I will be just fine.