Normal for a day.

That title is of course ambiguous, because normal for me probably isn't normal for everyone else... I am feeling pretty content right now, and I haven't had any huge emotional roller coaster ride for a few minutes so I figured it was a good time to write.

Right now I'm just wondering about plans, as in "Why does Heavenly Father always seem to have different plans than I do, and why does it take me so long to figure out what HIS plans are??? " Really, I knew that once I moved out of Utah Valley it would be an interesting ride, but this isn't exactly what I pictured. Sometimes, let's face it, I just like my plans better. I was all set to move to FL, then AK, then Grad School. Then I moved home, realized that I like this place (I love the memories and traditions that I've missed out on for the last few years), then I called FL and realized I don't like that place as much (having to work on Sundays and live in co-ed housing broke the fantasy bubble a little). I then decided to find a job here in the Cedar City area... only there ARE no jobs in the Cedar City area. Even though I've graduated, the job market is the same as it used to be, only I can't get a student job anymore :( Right about now, after two or so weeks of job searching and finding nothing, I'm really thinking I like my own plan better. I'll just have to wait it out to see the final result of trying to do God's will. Of course there's little tender mercies all around me, and it's been great fun to be here. I just hope something changes before my savings runs out.

Another thing that's normal: I've found another adventurous place to live! There's a KOA campground in Cedar City, and they have a sign saying "student housing available." I could just picture somebody living in a KOA Kabin and I had to call! They actually have RV's to rent by the month, and if I wasn't living at home I'd be all for it. I guess first I'll have to find a job, then move in. If that happens, I'll be right over the fence from my sister Kathy. I want to laugh every time I think about it, because it's like the Indian movie we watched yesterday. The rich live on one side of the fence (she's looking to buy a huge house with about 6 bedrooms), and the dirt- poor people live on the other side. Wow we're in different points in our lives, and yes, once again, I am the older but more crazy sister. It somehow reminds me of our old apartments. My little siblings would come to my house and jump off the walls, dancing and singing, even though I stressed the thinness of the walls and our poor neighbors who had to listen to us. Then they'd go to Kathy's apartment and sit quietly on her couch, asking her how her day went. FYI: You're all invited to a party at the RV place, but of course only one of you can fit inside at a time. LOL.
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I just tried to find a pic. of an RV, but who knows if it's "stealing bandwidth?" I guess I won't risk it. Just picture a great big RV right in this spot and me laughing uproariously about it.