Wow! A whole lot can happen in 2 years. Like, just about everything you can imagine:
- C moved from Oregon to Texas to live with me
- We lived in a 400 sq ft studio together for A YEAR and didn’t murder each other (and actually came out of it pretty happy and wow, that is just crazy, isn’t it?)
- We moved into a bigger apartment with a dishwasher and also FEWER COCKROACHES
- We got a cat??? I never thought I’d own a cat. But he is orange and cranky and full of purrs and my little lion friend.
- I somehow survived and also graduated from my Master’s program?????!
- I somehow had a tan when I came home for the summer
- I have a full time job in my career field now??
- I saw DOLLY FREAKIN’ PARTON LIVE and my life has changed for the better (more glitter, always)
- UT got a new Bevo, a BABY BEVO and he’s adorable and I love him.
But seriously. So many things have happened, and I’ve really missed this silly space! I’m not sure. I miss having some searchable record preserved in the internet about my life- I think grad school is the first era since before junior high where I haven’t kept any form of online blog (I’m not sure if Twitter really counts), and I really, *really* have missed posting photos and lists and talking about my life. So I am thinking that I’m back.
Of course, this space is going to continue to be what it is, and that is a mish-mash jumble of jokes and free-writes and nothings and lists and stupid things I feel like posting, because I’m not sure i have the attention span for anything else. So to all of my new friends, hello! I hope you enjoy my writing, even if you already see a lot of my life on twitter. And to my old friends, hello! I miss you dearly.
That’s it. I think. And more to come.
(On one hand)
I AM ABOUT TO QUIT MY JOB… THIS THURSDAY!!!
I GO ON VACATION NEXT WEEK!!!
I WILL BE UNEMPLOYED FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE MONTH!!!!
I’M MOVING TO AUSTIN IN 45 DAYS!!!!
I am SO ridiculously excited! I have prepped for three different graduate programs and never gotten as far as actually going. I’m getting rid of most of my possessions and moving and going to live in a new place and that is so incredibly cool. I’m thrilled to quit my job, not work, vacation, travel around, and pack for the next month.
On the other hand… This is me whenever I think about actually leaving.
And saying goodbye to the people I love (even though it’s temporary).
It’s ridiculously bittersweet. I keep feeling like I’m dreaming, you know? Like, there is no way the plans I have for next month are actually about to happen to me, rather, they must be happening to someone else. Or maybe I died? Like, awhile ago? And I’m just a ghost and I don’t know it? It’s a weird sensation to describe.
Thursday, I quit my job.
Friday, I move back into my parent’s house
Sunday, I go on vacation.
Tuesday after, I go meet my boyfriend’s family.
August 20, I land in Austin.
I get way too defensive at work, and in life.
It’s not that I don’t take criticism well! Actually, no. It IS that I don’t take criticism well. I always have a reason for missing something or screwing something up.
Me, whenever anyone tells me how I screwed up.
I need to learn how to take criticism silently.
I have got to get better at this.
I waver between being a high stress and a low stress person. So much so that it irritates the people closest to me.
Every so often my Mom will give me a look and point out the extreme nature of my personality, ie: how if I care about something, I care about it with my whole being, and if I decide to not care about something, I again do so with my whole being.
When it comes to work, I have decided to try to be zen about it. To not care, to just embrace and roll with the punches and the stress and the stupidity. In some ways, this is totally working and in others it isn’t at all.
So I’m not looking for a job right now, since I’m too busy, I’d rather save money for my Hawaii trip, and my summer is too crazy to fit in a brand-new-job on top of everything else. And that is actually a huge relief. I feel like every year I try to shove-cram-fill everything I possibly can into my summer only to realize, at the brink of a panic-inducing season, that there is simply no reason to do so.
And then I let loose and allow myself to enjoy some sunshine.
So I’m being zen, and I’m trying so very hard to not care about the daily stresses and the suffrages and the stress of new coworkers and upcoming craziness and life not going as smoothly as it should.