I start my new job tomorrow. (Insert freak-out here) and up until recently the living situation was a little up in the air. The first roommate had also promised the room to another friend who was going to be truly homeless. So I understand that situation, but it still sucks.
So last night, with the loving nudge of my boyfriend I texted everyone in my contacts, and I was VERY fortunate to have a place for the month, and then a few minutes ago, as I was typing this, another friend texted me back, with a room to rent.
See, none of this would happen if it wasn't for my loving boyfriend. Actually, it was his suggestion to move to Orange County. I did apply for this job, after months of rejection from the desert. It was all so shocking....but enough of this crap.
Sunday was the last Sunday I am going to John's congregation down in La Quinta. After the service, we went to his parent's house.
I love his mother to death. She's crazy, and loud...a lot like me. Anyways, we had lunch, talked, hung out, and I fell in love with his family His dad is like my uncles. Y'know, the opinionated, borderline racist conspiracy theorist type person. (makes those family dinners just so much more interesting.)
Apparently his family liked me. They fixed my headlights and tires. So very sweet! I was crying as I left their house Sunday night. John didn't believe me, but it's true.
It's strange that these last three months have gone on like this. It's been a crazy whirlwind romance, and I wouldn't have it any other way!
