thanksgiving break is such a tease

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I have a love/hate relationship with Thanksgiving break. As soon as I begin to relax, unwind, completely change my sleeping patterns, I'm thrown right back into my busy school schedule.  I get all excited for the holiday season, I start listening to Christmas music, buying presents, watching Christmas movies, and baking holiday treats.  The thought of attempting school makes me want to vomit, I can see the end... Two weeks... Two very long weeks, that are full of studying, final projects, presentations, and study guides. Ah!  Not to mention, this year, amidst all the chaos, we are trying to move out of our apartment. For a while, I didn't think I would be very sentimental about moving out, considering a fight goes on almost every night in our parking lot, and our neighbors smoke right outside our window.  But, I really am sad to leave.  It hit me as hubs and I were driving home last night from Salem.  I was so anxious to sleep in our bed, and be welcomed by all our "stuff" [emphasis on our "stuff", not someone else's "stuff"].  This little place of ours we call home isn't going to be home for much longer, and that makes me really sad.  It was our first place, and even though it's time to move on, it's not easy saying good-bye.  We have two more weeks of sweet memories in this little place of ours. I've been avoiding boxing up anything yet, because I'm sort of in denial that it's actually happening.  It'll be wierd, but a total blessing living in someone else's home for a few months.  Not bad, just different.  I know it'll be a great growing time for me, since I love having a place to call our own.  Hubby is just excited to live in a house where we don't share walls with our neighbors.  I would have to agree with him on that, it will be nice to have some peace and quiet.  But what if I'm so used to the chaotic college atmosphere that I don't know how to live in a peaceful environment? Seriously though. Even though it is really loud and obnoxious, it's comforting to know that someone is always around, I'm never totally alone, and that makes me feel strangley safe in a way.  I know I'm just being a worrier, because that's what I'm best at [thanks to my mother].  Believe me, I'm excited to move on, but that doesn't mean I don't have some anxiety that comes along with that.  Brad is so good at being calm.  He is so perfect for me.  As we were driving home, I was listing off all of the "what ifs" that could happen in this situation, talking his ear off like a fool.  When I was done, he said, "At least we're in this together.  At least we have a place to live.  The Lord is providing for us, and I know he will continue to provide for us.  I love you, and I'm excited for this change and unknown we're about to go through." I sighed [a big sigh]. I felt so much better, and pretty silly for even doubting our not-that-big-of-a-deal change that was about to happen.  I just need to slow down this fast moving brain full of worry that's in my head, and trust.  Just trust.  Why can't I have a fast moving brain full of knowledge about school in my head? Seriously though.  I need to get back to the books, and study.  Who knows, Four Christmases, and a piece of leftover pumpkin pie might join me to ease the study pain just a little bit.