On to the Next Thing

I've been inspired to blog again.

Of course, this has happened at the worst of times, because right now I should be packing for a road trip. And I'm not. Which means I have to get up earlier than I'd like so I can pack in the morning and be ready to leave the house at a quarter to seven, all because I need to get to the beautiful Cedar City quickly enough to try to get last-minute tickets for the world-renowned Les Miserables. (Though the likelihood of me getting those tickets is incredibly low, and the trip is really for the purpose of me helping my roommate move into a house that is no longer mine. Sigh.)

That brings up my desire to blog.

You see, I miss Cedar. I spent nine months out of the year in that tiny little town for the last four years, and it has been more of a home to me than my actual home. That's the thing about moving away from your parents' house; you begin to realize how much you've been missing. Living away from home gave me the chance to actually figure out who I was and how I wanted to live life. Before I left home, I depended so much on other people that I couldn't even call a pizza place to order a pizza, even when I was required to for my job.

Because I didn't have my mommy around to make all the big calls and decisions for me, Cedar fixed all that, and now, more than ever, I am wanting to go back.

The problem with finally getting a degree is having to make the change from 17+ years of constant school to the real world, where there is no summer vacation and finding a career takes precedence over having fun. I'm trying to juggle getting internships while keeping the job I have while building up my name in my field while trying to write my own work. I'm actually thinking about buying a car (even though I have no money) because then I wouldn't have to worry about not having a way to get to the many places I need to be. I go to church every week and scope out the congregation hoping to find a new face that screams "marry me now" because, even though I'm only twenty-two, it feels like I'm falling behind when it comes to matrimony, especially now that my friends are having babies with their husbands.

It is all terrifying, and I want nothing more than to make my trip to Cedar City a one way drive.

And yet, even if I don't think I'm ready, it is time to face the "real world" and see just what it is school is supposed to have taught me.

Hello, world. I'm Dana. This is going to be interesting.