Moving

The first real snowfall in Casper made me decide that I really, really didn't like it here. It's icy and wet and cold and windy. You can't drive without wanting to pee your pants and antelope have a death wish. It doesn't help that I don't drive terribly well in snow.

So, I've sold my little tracker, I've put in my two weeks notice at the pub and I told the Salvation Army they would lose me at the beginning of January and I'm ecstatic! Except now I have to wait for the rest of December to pass while I try not to go crazy.

It's kind of weird. Whenever I decide to do something, I have absolutely no patience with waiting for it to happen. I'm excited to move back to Oregon and live with Rick, hopefully get an apprenticeship as an ironworker, and barring that, maybe getting a good job as an admin assistant. I want to have our own place, away from other people and their complications, so we can focus on building our relationship and finding happiness together. I want to get married and travel and find new experiences together. I'm just so impatient about getting started. D':

I miss Oregon a lot. I miss the rain, which is odd, because you never think you'll miss something so inconvenient. You know what's more inconvenient than rain? Snow in Wyoming. It takes forever to go away! I miss Victoria's Secret (lol, I know). I miss having good food and grocery stores with good vegetables and fruit. I miss having the ocean nearby. I miss Margie and my friends and our old haunts. I miss Rick, more than anything. I don't sleep well unless I know he's nearby. I don't know what that is. Even if he's just across the room playing video games, I'm out like a light, but when he's not there it takes hours for me to fall asleep.

I hope that the next 23 days pass quickly so I can see him!