Life Planning

So I start at the hospital next monday. I have to say, it is probably going to be the most nerve wrecking job I will ever have. Granted, the job title is CNA and I wont be doing anything that could be a life or death decision... but I dont ever want to mess up. I dont know how nurses and doctors and all the like do it. I really dont.

I had a really good talk with patrick last night. He is enrolling in college this summer and wants to be an activist/social worker/non-profit worker! I havnt been more excited and proud of him. We are even talking about going into the peace corps together after we both graduate! I dont know if I will ever fully graduate from college, I am tacking on an accounting degree and THEN going back for nursing... this is really really tentative, but I really want to follow through with it. If the timing is right, we can go! I just wish there was a peace corps place in China. We will see. Patrick is also talking about getting an education degree. He would be a swell teacher. He is so compassionate. I can not see him working in restoration his whole life. And now he sees it too! Some people need more time to go to school, but the great thing is, HE IS GOING TO COLLEGE!

Wow, my heart is swelling by the seconds.

brownstone!

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Patrick and I have officially started looking for apartments. My housing contract ends in April and we are moving out together after that. I am very excited and nervous too. I feel like this is a huge step, in life and in our relationship. Staying over at his place is so much different from staying at our place. I really like this brownstone one, it has everything we both want on our 'Wants for Apartment' list. Wood floors, vaulted ceilings, two bedrooms (one will be an office/guest), 1920's to 40's style (not a have to, but for my own vanity's sake), and a kitchen bigger than a bathroom sink. We are touring it on saturday, which makes this week feel like it is dragging on. I just hope this one will work out, that it will be available when we need it and that it will be as affordable as we think it will be. I have high hopes.

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handmade,

hands of a thousand waves

and more good byes

a grand canyon of centry old

rivers, smoothing the weathered

skin, the weilding skin,

that touched confidence,

shook fear and soaks tears,

from yours, from mine.

Cupping sprouts and tea

with warmth that can only be

restored by other hands,

a warmth not found in fireplaces,

a caretaker of all other limbs and

arms and fingers and toes,

storytellers ponder over lines

and predict where these hands will go,

Building sand castles,

squeezing sour lemons, digging in lush gardens, hands..

paint, at Montmartre, with crayons, oil, and these same hands

spin cotton, knits every thread as if it were the last,

pounds metal into brass, hands..

are the true artists, scratching off parking tickets, and bad

grades, rubing away makeup from breakups…

Hand made letters on paper, the informer of all thoughts

and lives that come together wrapping fingers in fingers,

in prayer, in frustration, to calm, to inspire,

in hands, we hold our life, in hands we hold our children and our mothers,

in hands, we are made who we will always be.

Most of all,

your hands, will be the best hand you will ever hold.