A streetlamp dies, another night is over; another day is dawning.

Alyssa + Peter + Dan + December + DC + ROADTRIP+ NYC = It'll be the best week ever.

It's getting colder out here...supposed to get the first frost tonight. It's so hard to get out of bed at six AM when it's so chilly.
The job is going very well, I've learned so much more. And the crazy thing? I think they like me a lot. And this one guy? He's pretty nifty :) (Ktlyn is still my favorite.)

Ugh...Momma should be a'popping any day now.

This week marks the three year anniversary of the 'end of the world' (aka our initial move to Maine.) I never would have thought that three years later I'd be here willingly. I remember how different life was...I was sixteen, I had just had the best past year, and my world got ripped apart. I'd lost my best friend, a lover, my job, my house, my life...but I made it through. It's funny, how life throws little twists at you.

So I was driving home from work a few days ago, and a song came on the radio that I used to hear at retreats all the time. The memories brought happy tears to my eyes, and suddenly the sun burst brightly through the depressingly cloudy sky, and I got that myheartisonfire feeling. The sun illuminated everything; the trees sparkled with rain, the road was reflective, and the horizon seemed to stretch on and on forever. And I knew He just wanted to say hi :) I'm a lucky girl.

Peace!