Well, I must be crazy to be going to Las Vegas for Thanksgiving. And even worse, flying down there! Not driving, but flying. For those who know me, flying means I am now at the mercy of my parents to lend me their vehicle or transport me around a place I really don't care to be in anyway! Why did I think going to Vegas for Thanksgiving was a good idea? I have no clue!
The last time I had a vacation??? Last year Thanksgiving. Am I demented for not taking more breaks during the year? Possibly!
So... friends, why do we work so hard? Why do I work so hard? At times, I feel like I have nothing to show for working 2 jobs and going to school as well. (That's right, 2 jobs and going to school. 1 full time job, 1 part-time job and taking 6 credits with school.) What's my purpose in all of this? I don't know, but if anyone knows the answer to that, please... share the love and tell me!
Oh... and I guess happy moving is in order to me as well. Not knowing exactly where I'm suppose to be is quite the challenge. I guess you can say that at this time in my life, I'm "transitioning".