A Little ♥ and Soul

I've been in Utah for about a week and half now. I have this gut feeling that I need to call my dad to let him know I'm here. Considering I was going to stay with him. But things have changed. Apparently. Everything has. I wish I could say that I have a job right now, but I don't.  Although, I did have a job interview this afternoon. I have never, in my life,  have had a job interview on a Saturday afternoon. I don't really know how it went. There was a girl who was being interviewed right before I got there. Totally cute and peppy and I couldn't help but think, "She's totally going to get the job. Here I am, sitting in at a smoothie bar/sandwich shop, pretty much overqualified. But I need a job, so stay. Don't leave..." Yep, I had that conversation with myself about twice while I sat there waiting for her interview to finish. Apparently, she showed up half an hour early, thus, pushing my interview back about 15 minutes. It was annoy...

It's late and I should have been in bed like an hour ago considering I have to be awake, showered and dressed and out the door by 7:40 AM. But you know what, I'm not and I have a feeling that I'm going to regret this decision sometime around lunch time. ugh... Anyhow, in the few hours that I've been home, I've been thinking about what exactly I'm going to do when I move back to Utah. It's kind of scary to think about because my semi-solidified plans are not so solid anymore. Which brought me to think, why am I moving anyway? Why move when my boss likes me and I like my co-workers? Why move when I'm due for another raise in a month? Seriously, my thought process is enough to push me into a psychotic break. Okay, maybe not, but it just baffles me a little bit. I could have found roommates to replace the ones I was losing. I could have moved out into a cheaper place with new roommates. But when I told a few people that I was coming back a month ago, thi...