To Be Human Again
As many of you may already know, my dear Ralexwin is in law school. Now I know about the stereotypes (like on seriously-so-blessed) that say I should be brimming with joy at this time of our lives and glowing with the potential jobs my husband may be able to line up--but let's talk reality here. Law school is expensive.
Very expensive.
So where does that money come from? It comes from sacrificing of those things that may be wanted but not needed (and loans... lots and lots of loans). Wanted things like new clothes, new blankets, new carpeting, which are all things you think you need but in reality can survive without.
We're on our last year now (only one semester left) and you know what I want to do the second we have money coming in?
I want a hair cut. A nice, well executed hair cut. It's been so long that I can barely remember the feel of all this thick, heavy hair falling to the ground around me.
I can't wait for the day that I can lay back and have someone wash my hair out before they run that wonderful comb through this half dead rats nest. I can't wait for them to chop! chop! chop!
I want my hair to look like this:
Or this:
Or this:
Now, with that being said I don't want anyone thinking that I'm not perfectly okay with where we are. I am excited to watch Ralexwin learn and grow. I'm just also looking forward to being human again.
Very expensive.
So where does that money come from? It comes from sacrificing of those things that may be wanted but not needed (and loans... lots and lots of loans). Wanted things like new clothes, new blankets, new carpeting, which are all things you think you need but in reality can survive without.
We're on our last year now (only one semester left) and you know what I want to do the second we have money coming in?
I want a hair cut. A nice, well executed hair cut. It's been so long that I can barely remember the feel of all this thick, heavy hair falling to the ground around me.
I can't wait for the day that I can lay back and have someone wash my hair out before they run that wonderful comb through this half dead rats nest. I can't wait for them to chop! chop! chop!
I want my hair to look like this:
Or this:
Or this:
Then I'm going to go get some hair dye and I'm going to cover up all these dang gray streaks that have started to crop up (not to mention the blah color my hair has taken on). I want it to be the color of dark mahogany.
I want to look like this again:
Instead of this:
(I'm the one on the left)
Now, with that being said I don't want anyone thinking that I'm not perfectly okay with where we are. I am excited to watch Ralexwin learn and grow. I'm just also looking forward to being human again.
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