I won't say that the ocean cured me of my heartache.
But a few days by the water and one amazing lobster roll really did help.
(I wish I had a picture of this miraculous lobster roll, but I was too busy eating it)
I won't lie-- we are still struggling a little bit here at the Kinne house.
Mr. Kinne's job situation is very much up in the air. He was working as a building substitute at the same school for a few years, and he got passed over for a history position that opened up. (He is a total history nerd, and he would have been amazing at that job.) I keep reminding him that he will end up right where he is supposed to be-- but that doesn't make the job search any less frustrating.
I am (still) not knocked up, but I've been to a couple doctor's offices recently where we have started looking into why exactly that might be. I actually had to put off a procedure because the only available appointment was during our trip to the Cape. (I am starting to feel like infertility could really get in the way of living life if you let it!)
But, the hardest thing for me is that, a couple weeks ago, my dad moved clear across the country. To be honest, it is kind of the worst. My dad is one of my very favorite people on the planet, and I would like him to be on the same part of the planet as me.
(This is my dad in 1972, driving cross-country and generally being awesome).
I respect his reasons for leaving, and I think this could be really good for him. But, completely selfishly, I am going to miss having him around.
Still, I am trying my very best to remain positive, especially because life is full of so many wonderful things.
For example, I am going to be moving into a classroom with a Smartboard in just a few weeks. (My very own Smartboard!)
And, there is still such a thing as Nutella in the world.
So, things aren't all bad, are they?