Hey you guuuys! Just thought I'd give you a little update on the latest in Robin-land! The house is filled with boxes and bags from our showers - Dad calls it "Target Vomit." I only have 15 more days of moochin' off my parents at home, then I move into the apartment. Yikes! It's a scary thought, I know I shouldn't be worried . . . but, I am anyways. There's a wedding dress hanging in Warren's room alongside the bridesmaid's (their dresses, not their bodies) and everytime I see them they remind me that things are about to change. Those of you who know me well know I don't like change - I usually fight it up to the last second. I've been quite successful at creating my little pattern of being excited, scared, then excited again and scared again - then I fight off change tooth & nail, but when the change finally comes I realize it wasn't worth all the fuss I put into it. I tend to change my mind 100 times before settling on something, but when it comes to real-life things that matter you don't always get to flip flop around until your comfortable with something. This whole 'presto-change-o . . . BAM: you're life has changed' thing has been a bit of a challenge for me, but it forced me to rely on God. Ah, there's another problem of mine: independance. Mom & Dad used to say I was "strong-willed." Either way, I've become too accustomed to standing on my own two feet as of late. Perhaps God is using all this to shake me up & make me feel uneasy so I look to him for stability. It'd be much easier on me if I would just crumble to my ideas and grab onto God's - this impending transition would take on less of a 'freak out' factor!