story of my life

i know, i know.  i’ve been MIA again.  sorry guys.  i know i suck at this.

i actually had a lot to write, mostly about pat…but that has since been overshadowed by other, better things and now i don’t even feel that it’s worth mentioning.

first off, kristina and i found a two-bedroom apartment for $890 a month, heat and water included.  what’s even better is that when we went to see it, it wasn’t a shithole!  actually, it was adorable.  clean, well kept and much bigger than i had expected.  brand new hardwood flooring, brand new appliances in the kitchen and – most importantly – lots of closet space!  the bad part: two other girls saw it with us.  i have no idea if they sent in their application to lease or their credit check forms, but kris and i faxed ours over on saturday, immediately after we left the apartment building.  kris called the guy today just to check in and make sure he received the forms, and he said he’d be reviewing them tomorrow and would give her a call.  cross your fingers for me guys!  =)

secondly, i met someone. oddly enough, i met him on myspace.  aahh, the wonders of the internet!  he friended me a few weeks ago, and normally i never add anyone i don’t know.  but he sent a message with the request and it just seemed….real?  i don’t know.  so we started talking through messages and comments, and eventually he asked me if i wanted to meet up and have a drink.  i was nervous about that, and really considered saying no.  but i figured, "what the hell, why not?" and just agreed to meet him.

so we met up on friday night at a local bar and had a few beers.  what can i say except that he’s incredible?  i thought i’d never meet a guy like him.  and then he just…appeared and i was blown away because i thought guys like him didn’t exist.  i know this sounds so cliche, but i felt an instant connection with him, and one of the first things i thought after i left friday night was, "i’m going to marry this man."  it just kind of popped into my head and i was surprised at myself.  i’ve never thought that so quickly about someone.  my gut instinct is that this guy is it.  this guy is the one.

so i couldn’t be happier.  we hung out saturday night and sunday night as well.  and then today, the bomb dropped.  he was offered a job by the marine corps (he was in for 3 years and was then medically discharged after his platoon was bombed in iraq) to teach computer software to new recruits.  i was thrilled for him.  we had talked about how he wished he could re-enlist, but they wouldn’t accept his application because of his medical condition.  i knew that he was dying to find a job like this, and i really feel so happy for him. 

the kicker?  the job is in albany, ny.  3 hours from where we live.

why is it that when i finally feel like things are going right for me, god decides to kick me right in the ass and laugh in my face?