This morning, I finally found out I will be working at a psychiatric clinic- starting March! I am so excited about it. I have heard several things about working there, like it is going to be really tough and you are going to be so exhausted when you come home. But I consider it as a great experience I am able to make, so I am looking forward to it.

The last few days I have been extremly busy with school. Currently I am working on a psychology paper about conditioning, and the other one is in education science about conspicuity. At least these subjects are pretty interesting so I am not really suffering.
Furthermore, I am having a job interview on Tuesday, the 21st at a psychiatric hospital for my internship next semester. I am already really nervous because I do not know what to expect. Maybe I am that nervous because I really want to work there; I consider a job at a psychiatric hospital as real demanding, and I could not think of any better place to intern as a student. So cross your fingers.

As for KJ, he has been gone for almost three months now. He is still the first thing that comes to my mind in the morning, and the last one right before I fall asleep. I still miss him dearly, and I can't wait to see him again. Only a little more than three more months!

That's what I found the other day.
I think every single word is so darn true..

"Loving a soldier is a high price to pay,

loving him truly is hard when he's away.

It's being alone with nothing to hold;

it's being young, but feeling old;

it's having him whisper his love for you;

it's whispering back that you love him too

There comes a kiss and a promise for more,

as his plane slowly rises to soar;

reluctantly, painfully, letting him go,

while your insides are dying from wanting him so,

watching him leave with eyes full of tears,

standing alone with your hopes, dreams and fears.

It's sending a letter with the stamp upside down,

to a far away love in a far away town.

It's going to church to kneel and pray,

and really meaning the things that you say.

Being in love will foster your dreams,

of that far away soldier your mind fairly beams.

Days go by, no mail for a spell,

you wait for some word to hear that he's well.

Then a letter arrives, and you've given in,

to open his letter and read it with a grin,

yes, he is well and misses you so,

it's filled with the love you wanted to know.

Weeks are like months, and months are like years,

you wait for the day when you'll have no more fears.

Days go by slowly, how many have passed?

Yes, loving a soldier brings bitterness and fears,

loneliness, sadness and despondent years.

Loving a soldier isn't much fun,

but it's worth the price when the battle is won;

and remember he is thinking of you everyday,

he's sad and he's lonely while so far away;

so love him and miss him and hold your head high,

be strong and have faith, wipe that tear from your eye.

It's the high price you pay for loving a soldier."

Three more months and twenty-eight days!

Yep, I found out today. I am going to see KJ for two weeks from march 4th to 18th most likely.
I can't wait. This makes it so much easier for me if I count down the days until then.