The last six months...

It's official...I wish the last 6 months were officially stricken from my memory. I remain in a complete and total funk. Even Mel said "you're not the same guy I married". Not exactly what you want to hear from your wife. And Abby said "maybe when we move into the yellow house Dad will feel better". I try to put on a good face, but the stress of my job, the uncertainty of the move, the shear feeling of being displaced has taken it's toll. But it's not just that, it's everything. From day 1 of this move I've really struggled and feel like forces have conspired against me. It's been one tired event after another. Which is pretty much where I left my last entry - undecided about whether this was a great move or a terrible disaster.

By the way, I think part of it is the weather. Even that has been more disappointing than I would expect. Even the fact that we went to Scottsdale in Feb to escape the dreary weather and ended up with...dreary weather. Cold, wet, hailing weather. Sound familiar? Yeah, I travelled all the way to Arizona, blew some vacation days for what...nada.

Mel and the girls are back in Utah, hopefully enjoying some of the time with Gigi and enjoying home for one of the last times for a while. Like most things, I know we glamorize K-ville. At the time it wasn't the most amazing place in the world. But like most things, I think we took the peace, comfort, and happiness for granted. And now we're here.

So like I said, I wish the last six months were a distant memory. Not that they hadn't happened, but more like I had perspective of a couple years from now so the disfficulty weren't so fresh.

And the last thing...I know my life is actually perfect and splendid and that many people would trade me in a blink. I get that. But sometimes I want to complain, sometimes I want to vent, and sometimes I feel slighted. It's probably not true, but it is what it is.