Welcome Lincoln

Brent and I are in two locations while I finish school. He lives in Utah, where my Grandparent’s have kindly taken him into their free ‘mother-in-law apartment’ downstairs, and I live here in New York, just minutes from the airport by subway (yeah – no taxi fee!). We see each other three out of four weekends a month, with lots of long phone conversations in between. As you can imagine, it was a difficult decision and came after lots of prayer and fasting – but, like most situations that are right, things have just fallen into place. The only problem so far is that I've gotten lonely. Not crazy lonely like the kind that leaves the world dark . . . because I've been to that place; no, just kind of dissappointed to come home to an empty apartment kind of lonely. I miss Brent.
It’s a new thing when you are starting out in a fresh area and don’t know a soul. So, yesterday I got up, got dressed, and promptly marched myself to the pet store and bought myself a friend. I can’t tell you how much I wanted a puppy, but with being out of town so often to go to Utah, I knew how impossible it was going to be, so I settled for a Crowntail Betta and I named him Lincoln, after a good man, and my favorite place in New York – the Lincoln Center. He is blue and red and has lots of personality. . . for a fish. He gives me someone to say hi to when I come home anyway. Cami called and said I had made her sad when I told her I had bought a fish for a friend. I reassured her that I'm not that desperate. But he is the coolest fish I"ve ever owned.