As the Spring semester of 2010 was coming to a close Sydney and I were at a pretty intense crossroads(eh, I just shuttered at the word "crossroads", anyone who knows me understands). I guess I should say that Sydney was at a crossroads(eh I did it again!) because she was still trying to figure out if she wanted to spend the rest of her life with me or in piles of dirt as an anthropologist. Me, on the other hand, I knew that I wanted to marry her at about week three of the relationship(I'm not weird or anything, however, I do use parenthetical statements a lot). So when that day finally came and my pretty girl told me she wanted to spend forever with me I became the happiest kid in the western hemisphere. However, along with that happy moment came a myriad of difficult decisions. There was one concrete plan, Sydney was going to move back home and I was going to spend six weeks protecting families in the hell I like to call Orem, UT. Why do people live there? It's kinda like living in a big city with a bunch country folk that aren't quite sure they live in a city. Also, whoever decided to put 200 million stop lights in that town should not be allowed in heaven, but I digress. I say I was protecting families because I worker for the self declared, renowned security system tycoons, APX Alarms, in the monitoring department. In a nutshell I wasted the precious time of law enforcement and American tax dollars, and sometime H.O.A fees. No matter how you look at it, that job was like trimming bamboo(I wonder if you think I'm really cynical yet).
So one day I was sitting in my lugubrious excuse of an apartment in Orem and I was contemplating how Sydney and I were going to move forward with this marriage idea, and then it hit with me like a ton of bricks. This crazy idea floundered into my head. This idea that would launch me back to sunny San Diego and only 5 hours away from the most important thing in my life. See I had two options in front of me, go back to Rexburg and attend school full time or go back home and attempt to get my old job back as a graveyard security officer. I was leaning toward the going back home part because I would only be 5 hours away from Sydney, instead of 10, and I could save up a bunch of money. Also, I could still go to school half time taking online classes. The only question was if I could actually get my old job back. Yikes! The crazy thing was that my buddy who took over my job when I quit was going to quit at the same time I was going to need to come back to San Diego. It was perfect. The only thing that made it more perfect was the fact I was able to get my other job back at a law firm. After that all fell into the place the decision seemed obvious. I moved backed to San Diego and now I work anywhere from 40-55 hours a week, and one of my jobs is a graveyard shift.
Its great now, in between all these decisions Sydney got her pretty ring, fluffy dress, and reservation for the "big" sealing room at the Las Vegas temple. I don't think we could be happier. However, I think Sydney worries about me a lot. I think she worries that I work so much and sleep so little. It does take a little getting used to but I draw so much strength from the idea that I do all this for us, not just me. I do it all for my pretty girl. I would work 100 hours a week if I had to. I don't know how to love anything more than I love Sydney and I will always be grateful that I had that idea bounce into my head, because now I am only 5 hours away from Sydney and I have the opportunity to earn some extra scratch.
Besides, I have no room to complain, Sydney has to drag herself out of bed at six every morning. I'll always love her for that.
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