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Depressed, disheartened, disillusioned.

While there are lots of things that contribute to all that there are two equations that come first to mind:

No job = no insurance = no anti-depressants + no therapy.

Colorado = no friends = no three hour trips to Starbucks just to talk.

Colorado also seems to equal no church home.  I’ve been going to my mother’s church, which is a great church, but not what I want in a church.  It’s partly because I don’t really have a connection with anyone there, they’re my mother’s friends.  But it is mostly about their liturgy, which strikes me as sloppy and thrown together at the last moment, which frustrates me and doesn’t put me in a worshipful mood.  I haven’t worked up the courage to go somewhere else, because they have been very good to me through the years, but I really want a home of my own.

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[jessica- the neice]

The second equation is something my friends and I have been worrying about a lot recently. We have spent a lot of time talking about the fear of losing our current school home here after realizing we didn’t feel at home in our parents places anymore, or about returning to our hometowns before whatever comes next and being out of place. I can’t imagine how it would feel without an immediate goal; know that you are always in my prayers.