Work has been exhausting the past few weeks. The traffic coming in and out of my office is hard to describe - there is always someone at my desk, at my window, on my phone, emailing me, instant messaging me, and overall harassing me for some reason or another, expecting me to drop everything else and make their problem my priority. I keep feeling torn in five different directions. I want to do everything I can to help my students and make their experience here as painless as possible, but sometimes it's just impossible to accommodate every single need of every single student.

My body keeps reminding me that I'm stressed and need to calm down. I've been sick on and off the last few weeks, my head has been killing me, my face keeps breaking out, and I've been sleeping restless nights for a while now. Thankfully Jon and I joined a gym this week, so we can move our workout regime inside since the weather has turned to poo. Working out helps my stress levels, but exercise isn't a wonderdrug. What I really need is a holiday. A relaxing week at a cabin, drinking mexican hot chocolate and playing scrabble with my husband. Sadly, that ideal time away is nowhere in the near future. HOWEVER....

I bought a flight out to Chicago! I'm finally going to visit Sarah. This trip has been a long time in the making. The last time we got together was for my wedding, which was almost a year ago. That in itself is hard to believe. Seriously, I've been Mrs. Hunt for almost a year.

I feel like my (our) life has been facing a lot of changes lately. The biggest one being that Jon and I are leaving All Saints. Sunday will be our last day there, and as bittersweet as it is to leave a church we have called home for four years, I think the change will be good for us. We both have such a desire for a strong church family, and neither one of us has found that at All Saints. As much as we love going to church there, it has become clear to both of us that we need to move on. Our entire relationship progressed during our time at All Saints, from friends to boyfriend/girlfriend, to engaged, to married, and yet we haven't felt like we've grown together at this church. Jon is the worship guy. I clean the bathrooms. It's hard to really explain why this bothered me so much but we weren't a church couple, we were individual people who went to the same church. I think if we would have come to All Saints at a different time, or when we were in a different place, it would have been different. But things don't always work out the way we want them to. It will be sad to say goodbye this weekend, but I am so thankful for a fresh start. This time, Jon and I get to chose a church together, as husband and wife. Believe it or not, it really makes a difference.

I'm thankful for fall... I know that most people see New Years as a time for a fresh start, but for me, fall is time for change. And even though a lot of changes are happening this fall, I am grateful for them all.