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To all my dearest friends and family,
Well, it’s been a crazy six months and now my time here has finally come to an end. The time I spent back home, recovering was not only needed but welcomed. Last March, the 9th to be exact my fiancé, Jeremy informed me that for the previous three months he had not paid our rent. I was devastated and hurt, many other issues came to light over the following tree days, I won’t divulge into them now but the rent was not my only reason for leaving my home in California and ultimately calling off my wedding to Jeremy. My father came and helped me pack and deal with movers. On March 18th my brother came and spent his entire spring break driving cross country with me. The drive was dotted by periodic fights, resulting in us calling our mother, screaming and crying at each other (I was mostly doing both).
When I arrived home on March 24th, my best friend Christine met up with my Mother and her boyfriend, David and after having dinner with us, took my out to get sloppy drunk. Only 13 days had gone by, since I first discovered there was any problem at all.
After Christine returned to Connecticut College, I immediately began dating an old friend. We had plenty of issues, which wasn’t surprising given what I had gone through and what he was going through. I only mention this relationship to point out two things; 1) Contrary to public opinion we were in fact dating, not just messing around, 2) it was through this person that I met Jason (aka Stu). While nothing happened between us until after I and the other person broke up I was happy to have someone new in my life to help my through all the issues I was facing.
I had several jobs during the first few months, I volunteered at the Joseph M. Smith Community Health Center, I worked for one day at a local costume shop and I spent a month working for a non-profit called Breaking Barriers. All these jobs were dull and left me plenty of free time to mingle with friends, drive to New Hampshire constantly, hang with my boyfriend and watch plenty of television. However my most rewarding job was working at Camp Grossman, with my seven year old campers. After only a few months away I had forgotten how happy I was when I was working with kids and when Americorps offered me a job tutoring again I jumped at the task to relive my life’s passion.
After a harsh but needed break up I found several weeks alone, with time to date. I hate dating! One night I invited Jason over to watch a movie or go to dinner; however a day chasing small children around caused me to be too tired to go out. Instead we hung out and watched a movie, (I have no idea which one.) Only two days later we took a walk to a local pond as friends and left a couple.
The night was three months ago as of last Saturday. Since then I changed jobs, twice again. I made new friends when I returned to Joseph Smith and worked hard at that job, since it paid this time. =0)
I’ve spent the last week packing, saying goodbye to a very small group of people and trying to cram every second of togetherness in with Jason. I’m sorry to cut this short, but the hour is getting late and we’re getting up in only a few short hours. I really want to thank my friends for being there with me and for me. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I want to thank my family for supporting me, even when they don’t agree, and to my friends from far away, I miss you and will come home when I can.
All my love
Leah
Well, it’s been a crazy six months and now my time here has finally come to an end. The time I spent back home, recovering was not only needed but welcomed. Last March, the 9th to be exact my fiancé, Jeremy informed me that for the previous three months he had not paid our rent. I was devastated and hurt, many other issues came to light over the following tree days, I won’t divulge into them now but the rent was not my only reason for leaving my home in California and ultimately calling off my wedding to Jeremy. My father came and helped me pack and deal with movers. On March 18th my brother came and spent his entire spring break driving cross country with me. The drive was dotted by periodic fights, resulting in us calling our mother, screaming and crying at each other (I was mostly doing both).
When I arrived home on March 24th, my best friend Christine met up with my Mother and her boyfriend, David and after having dinner with us, took my out to get sloppy drunk. Only 13 days had gone by, since I first discovered there was any problem at all.
After Christine returned to Connecticut College, I immediately began dating an old friend. We had plenty of issues, which wasn’t surprising given what I had gone through and what he was going through. I only mention this relationship to point out two things; 1) Contrary to public opinion we were in fact dating, not just messing around, 2) it was through this person that I met Jason (aka Stu). While nothing happened between us until after I and the other person broke up I was happy to have someone new in my life to help my through all the issues I was facing.
I had several jobs during the first few months, I volunteered at the Joseph M. Smith Community Health Center, I worked for one day at a local costume shop and I spent a month working for a non-profit called Breaking Barriers. All these jobs were dull and left me plenty of free time to mingle with friends, drive to New Hampshire constantly, hang with my boyfriend and watch plenty of television. However my most rewarding job was working at Camp Grossman, with my seven year old campers. After only a few months away I had forgotten how happy I was when I was working with kids and when Americorps offered me a job tutoring again I jumped at the task to relive my life’s passion.
After a harsh but needed break up I found several weeks alone, with time to date. I hate dating! One night I invited Jason over to watch a movie or go to dinner; however a day chasing small children around caused me to be too tired to go out. Instead we hung out and watched a movie, (I have no idea which one.) Only two days later we took a walk to a local pond as friends and left a couple.
The night was three months ago as of last Saturday. Since then I changed jobs, twice again. I made new friends when I returned to Joseph Smith and worked hard at that job, since it paid this time. =0)
I’ve spent the last week packing, saying goodbye to a very small group of people and trying to cram every second of togetherness in with Jason. I’m sorry to cut this short, but the hour is getting late and we’re getting up in only a few short hours. I really want to thank my friends for being there with me and for me. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I want to thank my family for supporting me, even when they don’t agree, and to my friends from far away, I miss you and will come home when I can.
All my love
Leah