Only one week left till I go back to school.

For my last semester.

(Who knows if it will actually be my LAST semester though)

Ok, last semester as an undergraduate.

Cause I think I want to do yoga classes through VC so that I actually go.

Plus, it's cheap.

Doug and I have been learning (again) to have solo time. When we were dating, Doug had a hard time understanding why there were times where I wanted what I called "me time." I'd just read in my room, watch something, write, take a bath, etc. I'd spend time alone away from people. It had absolutely nothing to do with him, or the people around me. I didn't need a break from them, I just needed to make time for myself also. The reason Doug didn't understand it was because he naturally got it since we mainly hung out at my house. When I'd go to bed and he went home, he'd play xbox or talk on the phone with friends; and the drive itself was alone time (especially when he lived off the 33).

I remember when we got married, a couple weeks in, he made the comment that he finally understood what I meant by needing "me time." And he made the connection that he had naturally gotten alone time because of our situation and him living on his own. At that point both of us got our alone time because of our conflicting schedules. We'd have some hours to hang out, some evening, but many hours where we had time to be on our own. (Although we still would miss the other; funny how that works).

Luckily, lately our schedules had been lining up, so we got to hang out a lot. And Doug went to Vegas, and was with people 24/7. And then he came home to a struggling, needy wife who latched onto him cause she missed him (it's always easier for the person who was away than the one who was left haha). So we learned again how important alone time is. (Which is what I have right now as I write this, waiting for Doug to get home so we can hang onto these few hours before he's back to work).

It's been a weird week for both of us. A lot has been going on, and I think we both feel a little helpless (I do at least). This week's just been emotional. Both with internal struggles and external happenings.

I'm so thankful for a husband who can understand me and be there for me. I'm glad I can tell him anything and he loves me just the same. I'm glad I have someone to hold me and encourage me.

Last night I found an old journal I didn't even remember writing in from two year ago. I started writing in it again. And I'm pretty excited.