Michael and I have been living in La Grande for about 3 weeks now. We’re staying with his parents to save some money for the next few months before we head back to college.
I was apprehensive about living here for quirky reasons, to be honest. I know that living with the “in-laws” doesn’t sound pleasant in general. But honestly, I don’t think of them as in-laws, they’re just my family. But, that being said, it is a little bit of a culture shock living with them semi-permanently.
And that’s okay.
I was nervous about getting a job, driving in a new town, and driving our manual car in a new town. His parents live at the top of the hill, enough said. There’s also the worry of being in a new ward, feeling like a burden to his parents, and hoping that his family won’t hate me after being around me so much. (Okay, that was a little overdramatic…)
Living with anxiety means I anticipate the worst possible outcome in every situation. But I’m happy to report I have been overcoming these quirky little fears one step at a time while living here. I’ve been making leaps and bounds of progress.
I’m not scared to drive stick anymore. I drive around town all the time! A new town to me.
I have a job. Two jobs actually (counting piano lessons).
The ward here is awesome, and I’m trying to be really involved in it. I’ve joined the ward choir!
But most importantly, I’m making tons of memories with the family. I love being able to attend soccer games and birthdays and other events that really help me feel involved in their lives. I can only imagine how close I’ll feel to them by the time I leave.
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