As much as I'm ready to get home and eat some supper, I kinda dread it because I have two papers to write for my writing classes: a personal essay and a memoir. I figure I can complete the personal essay to some degree of satisfaction today, but the memoir will be much less so. But, Lord willing, I'll have both of them ready for tomorrow, and it will be good.
Lana and I have been talking a lot lately about the future, namely, when we can get married. We're looking into some options for housing as well as work, and also trying to estimate what our monthly expenses will look like. I don't guess that sounds like much fun; it's actually a blast. I love talking to her about it.
The biggest concern for me is, and has always been, income. Namely, where exactly will it be coming in from? I feel called to be a writer (perhaps among other things), and writers aren't exactly known for having steady income. But right now I'm looking at this really cool book about freelance copywriting, which basically is working independently and having different companies hire you for jobs that require writing -- press releases, posters, instruction manuals, whatever. It sounds really good to me on a number of levels, the primary one being that I could work at home and be with my wife (and kids, eventually) a whole lot more. But, if I do it, it's going to be pretty hard to get established. Just trusting God that if He wants me to do that, He'll provide a way; and if not, He's got a better job out there for me.
In the meantime, I'm finding out how badly I want to marry Lana. As soon as workable. We'll likely wed either in summer '08 or summer '09. And in case it's not obvious to you, there's a big difference between those two time periods. But, if we need to wait an extra year to get married, I'm willing to do that. I can't deny hoping we don't have to do that, though.
It feels pretty weird to be looking at all these options and wondering about insurance and groceries and figuring out a way to make enough money to put bread on the table. But it's also exhilarating, because I know that answering these questions brings us closer and closer to the time for setting a date, buying a ring, and planning a wedding. You guys simply have no idea how much I long for that, though you will someday.
Today Lana and I checked out Sebastian Commons, the apartments at our own UAFS. We like the idea of living there, if only for the two years before graduation, simply because the housing and utilities would be free under scholarship. We got to tour an apartment, and it was so amazing to think, "Man, in less than a year, we could be living in something like this." It was a lot of fun.
So I ask you to please continue to pray for us. We need the wisdom and guidance that only God can give as we try to sort out all the wonderful issues that come with the decision to marry. We want to make sure that we know the difference between what we want and feel and what God wants. I can't wait to see what happens as He continues to unravel this beautiful tapestry of our life together.
Till tomorrow, all; and, I love you, Lana.
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I have finished my personal essay!! whoohoo! I'll do more editing before the semester ends, but it'll pass for tomorrow.
Now for the memoir, but I'm still not sure about it...
Oh, it was so much fun talking with you and figuring out expenses and such!!
And thanks for taking me over to the Commons today for a tour. I truly enjoyed it, and I think they are very nice apartments. I like the wall color too. (It's like, beige, for those of you who didn't see it.)
I love you Luke, and I am praying for you.
I forgot to tell you, the second half of the essay came easier than the first, because the thought of you wasn't distracting me.
Not because you weren't in my thoughts, but because you WERE in the paper ;P
Luke, I just realized something...you're a perfectionist....sorry, had a light-bulb moment there. But, really, you loook at your posts that start off saying you couldn't finish others to your satisfaction and such...But, it's not necessarily bad...
Well, I hope you do well on your essay...
love you bro,
Hannah
Thanks for the dwarf info! Yeah, I guess they wouldn't get married a whole lot for the shortage of dwarf women! I think writing is completley in your line! Lana's too, really. Yall could write books together, how neat would that be?
Tru dat, I do think you're a perfectionist... and no it's not necessarily bad except when it prevents us from getting to read more posts of yours... :P
Why aren't there many dwarf women??
~Emy
Hmm, a perfectionist. Well, maybe. I don't know; the reason I haven't finished those posts is not that they need rewriting, it's that they need completion and I didn't have time for it. But maybe I am one. What say you, my love?
A perfectionist?
I think probably not, though you do expect a lot of yourself sometimes, well, oftentimes. Still, you don't obsess with perfection when you are unable to make something perfect, and you don't let your high expectations keep you from trying to do things, though perhaps sometimes you may...
I think you fall somewhere in the middle, which is often a good place to be.
I love you.
And I thought both of your papers were great, for the stages they were at. I loved the descriptions and personification in the personal essay, and I think all the memoir lacks is a bit of coherence and a stronger intro and conclusion to give it the point that you want it to have. The point is there, beneath the surface.
Me, I'm sometimes a perfectionist, don't you think?
You voice my thoughts so well that I don't have to bother thinking them, darling; you're wonderful. Thank you.
And thank you for the encouragement; you really have no idea how much strength you give me. It means more to me to hear those words from you than from anyone else on earth. I love you.
I may have a bit of an idea, inductive logic and all that, because I know how much strength I get from you. Darling, you help me in ways that I don't even realize at first.
Mi amante, I really do want to be your shieldmaiden.
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