Updates
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
I can’t believe it’s been almost a month since my last post. What happened? Well, I’ve been busy (aren’t we all) and I haven’t felt like writing. Seems like a waste of breath to write about not wanting to write, but it’s the old struggle again… I’d like to write whatever I want but the self-censorship holds me back. The Internet is a public place and anything I write could come back to bite me.
Lately if I felt like blogging, it’s all about work. Immigration law, immigration court, interesting things I’m learning, annoying things I see in cases… but I don’t think I should write about it since, who knows, it could be seen as a security breach one day. As a government lawyer, I’m held to a higher standard. In everything.
There are lots of changes happening with me and Dave, too. Dave successfully defended his thesis last week, and will be filing it in a few weeks, guaranteeing that he will graduate this quarter. He’ll be bravely stepping out into a world in which he has no formal training but more than makes up for it with his innate talent and drive to learn and improve.
We’re moving to Pasadena in a few days. It’s crazy to think that this is my last week riding the Metrolink, but I’m glad. The commute has really started to grind. I hate the stress of having to get to a train by a certain time. I hate waking up before the sun rises. I hate how sitting in court or in my office all day and then sitting another 3 hours on the train each day is making my neck and shoulders and back hurt constantly.
Dave and I had our first wedding anniversary this past Sunday. He wrote me a poem – Part 2 of the poem he surprised me with at our wedding banquet. It was so sweet. I got him a card and a metal bookmark that says, “It’s never too late to become what you might have been.” It’s encouragement for me, too. I need the encouragement because I’m realizing recently what a selfish and prideful person I am. It’s scary how sinful I can be. Poor Dave has to bear the brunt of it, but he shows me so much grace. I’m glad I’m not him.
Thank you, God, for such an understanding husband.