I Believe in the Sand Beneath My Toes...

I have some pictures from the beach, but I have yet to unpack my camera and cords and whatnot, so I stole this one from Kelsey's album that she just created on Face.book.  This was us at dinner at North Beach, which is the restaurant/bar that Maria works at!  We had an awesome meal and were lucky enough to be able to enjoy the beautiful sunset over the bay.   

Being at the beach was wonderful.  I needed a week to relax, and it was so great for my mom to get out of the apartment, after being sick for so long and stuck here.  We stayed in a perfect house, and had lots of fun nights and long days at the beach.  (Note: I am so tan!!  I've never been this tan in my life!  The pictures are proof!)

It was great to be at the beach, but I'm dealing with so many different things right now.  My life seems to be completely shattered for some reason.  I just feel like nothing can go right - which I know happens to everyone, and I'm not trying to be a Debbie Downer, but this blog is my release and my way to record everything and anything that I want to.  (If anything ever happened to this blog, like... if Blogger suddenly accidentally deleted it or something.. I would be completely devastated.  Seriously.)

Anyway.. things are hard at the moment.  Someone who I'm very close to is having some serious health issues and I'm very worried about them.  I'm trying to be optimistic, because we're not sure exactly what's going on, but I'm so incredibly sick with worry, and worried about going back to North Carolina and being far away from my family.  There is also another huge thing going on right now that I've never really dealt with before in my life.  Having relationship issues is something that I've never really had an issue with.  Every relationship I've been in before Em was very light and ended by me every single time.  (Mostly because I never really wanted to get that serious).  So, Em is the longest, most serious relationship that I've ever been in.  We've been together for 1 year, 9 months, and 16 days.  I love her more than I've ever loved anyone in my whole life, and it's so painful to be having issues.  I'm praying and hoping so hard that once we are together again after she gets back from camp that we will be able to work things out.  I do have faith that we can be respectful of each other and figure this out as adults.  I love her more than anything in this world...