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I'm back in Provo. After a nice summer at home, Caitlin and I made the drive to Utah. It was great having her with me on the drive whenever I got nervous or sad (or when I just couldn't drive for another minute), and it was also great to have her here with me to help me settle in at my new house. I was definitely sad when she had to fly back to Omaha. I even cried a little. Or a lot. Anyway, life in Provo is different than it's been before. Once Caitlin left, I didn't have any family in Utah at all. I didn't realize how much of a difference that actually makes, but it really does make a huge difference. And it's sometimes overwhelming. Especially today for some reason. Maybe part of the reason is that I just found out that I was mis-hired for a job. So, I applied for a TA position in July or something because the Humanities department was short on TAs. I thought that this would be a perfect fit. I was offered a job and I thought everything was going to be great. (Kind of. The position was only 10 hours a week, not paying me enough to even pay for rent. But I figured I would just get a second job or something.) After being under the impression that I was going to be a TA this semester (read: telling everyone I know that I'm going to be a TA,) it came as a shock to me when I found out this morning that I'm not actually going to be a TA. I don't know why it happened (and why they didn't catch the error sooner) but I'm disappointed. So my job hunt continues. I've already applied for a museum position (which would be awesomely fun) and I also have an application out for a job in a Family History computer lab. (I would be teaching lessons about family history research.) So we will wait and see what will happen. Hopefully something good.