This is where I have been. I feel completely certain that I am right where I am supposed to be. I work for a company that manages home health care, hospice and infusion pharmacy. I have now been there for a year and a half defying the odds of my quick to the jump generation. I don't think I could spend the majority of my waking hours, pouring all of my creativity and thoughts into a vision that I didn't believe in.
Working for a company like I do, cultivates the best parts of me while strengthening the parts that need mentoring. I love my boss. I love my bosses boss and I even love her boss. I am working in Denton and living downtown. Commuting is a bit challenging, but I am trying to make the most of it. I practice my French, catch up with friends and listen to sermons.
I live with a bunch of girls and share my room, which I completely love but it does help me to appreciate the quietness of my car. These are also pictures of my apartment. You are not mistaken about the bed with the ladder. That isn't your childhood summer camp. Nope, that is my big kid bed room. Tori is my roommate and I love her dearly. I am so grateful for this season of living and friendship.
The purple Iris' were from Christopher, just because. Fresh flowers in any room make me feel like I can breathe easier and deeper. I hope everyone's corner of the world is as cozy as mine.
Natalie Grace Jagers has crossed over to the sunny side. She has traded in her zip code that starts with a 7 for one that starts with a 9. I never dreamt that the writer's strike might affect me on a deeper level than having to watch reruns of Grey's Anatomy; little did I know that it would replant our sweet friend Natalie. Since our apartment, affectionately named, "The Attic" opened its doors, it has had up to six girls in three bedrooms and as little as three. Natalie had been there since the beginning. We all miss her deeply. 
It isn't until someone leaves that you realize all of the cracks that they must have been filling. You always knew when Natalie was home because her melodious song preceded her in the hall before she crossed the threshold at the front door and it would proceed her on the way out. It is quieter now. She also has the gift of sympathizing. She really would sit in your thoughts and feelings. Sitting in the mud is what it is, but having a buddy next to you sure makes it a little more tolerable. ;-) Natalie, we miss your presence but delight in all things new. I can't wait to come and play with you. These days are ever changing. In the words of my good friends Christopher James, "Oh my, we gotta keep moving on." LOVE YOU!
