Adjustment Period

So, I guess I never really thought about this, but I think that Ryan and I are deep in the throws of the adjustment period. Ryan's not sleeping too well. It's just different that sleeping in a little tiny twin bed pushed against a wall where you can rip the covers any way you want. And I am imploding bi-hourly because of the move-in and wedding gift-wrapping mess. I can't get it under control. This is a weird little time. I think the key might be flexibility. I guess I should try that, huh?

If I disappear for a while, i'm burried under the recycling pile, and if I can't be found there, I ran back to Mexico to our honeymoon resort. Mmmm. Sunshine, room service, honeymoon. Take me back . . .

And now for a happy thought . . .



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