A day without nuclear fusion is like a day without sunshine.
My, but it's been a while since I've posted here. The days have been liquid, running through my fingers when I try to hold or shape them. Sometimes all you can do is flow with it.
Things that feel important enough to share:
- I live in a dorm now...and much to my surprise, I kind of love it. There's a sweet, pared-down simplicity to all of it. I have 137 sq. feet that I'm responsible for, just enough for me, a twin bed, a desk and a couple of bookshelves. It should feel cramped but it doesn't. The whole campus is an extension of it. Library and gym and labs and dining halls, everything I could want. I only drive my car on weekends now. When I want food, I walk downstairs and swipe my ID card. When I want a shower, there are 5 right down the hall, always clean and with plenty of hot water. Sometimes I miss having a kitchen and a bathtub, but not often enough to move back off campus. They feed us milk and cookies at night (or in tonight's case, donut holes and fresh oranges). What's not to love?
- It's my penultimate semester as an undergrad. I like my classes, love TAing Statistics, and am beginning to have a sort of preemptive nostalgia about the whole experience. (This will not stop me from moving out of MA fast enough to change global weather patterns when I graduate, however.) The big surprise this semester is that I a) signed up for a credit class in contact improvisational dance and that b) it's freaking AWESOME. It gets me up and into the gym in the mornings, lets me indulge in play and touch, and is a nice stroll outside my comfort zone. If I have learned anything from my college experience, it's that I am not nearly as good as I think I am at predicting what will bring me joy, and so I should just sample as many of the experiences that offer themselves as possible! I'm starting to form plans for life after MHC--details to come as they take shape. I'm looking at SF as my most likely landing pad for grad school.
- My boyfriend is in Haiti. He was sent by World Bank as a technical consultant to the Haitian government. I'm proud of him, worried about him, and fascinated by his pictures and stories. We've been through the wringer a bit lately (as long as I live, I will never quit smoking at the same time as a partner ever again, no matter how good an idea it seems at the time), but this and so many other things remind me that he's an extraordinary man and that I learn something new every day that he's in my life.
- I have the awesomest friends and chosen family in the world. For serious. You've given me everything from a wonderful birthday to warm toes. I get anxious, I get stressy, sometimes I even get lonely, but I never, not for one second, feel anything less than blessed with abundant love from my wonderful, weird, varied and far-flung tribe.
Misc Warm Fuzzies:
- I got new glasses! See?
- It's been nearly 2 months since I quit smoking.
- I'm kicking ass at this whole 'student' thing, and have letters from the Dean and an upcoming induction into the international honor society of psych majors to prove it.
- The days are getting longer. Spring is coming!
Things that feel important enough to share:
- I live in a dorm now...and much to my surprise, I kind of love it. There's a sweet, pared-down simplicity to all of it. I have 137 sq. feet that I'm responsible for, just enough for me, a twin bed, a desk and a couple of bookshelves. It should feel cramped but it doesn't. The whole campus is an extension of it. Library and gym and labs and dining halls, everything I could want. I only drive my car on weekends now. When I want food, I walk downstairs and swipe my ID card. When I want a shower, there are 5 right down the hall, always clean and with plenty of hot water. Sometimes I miss having a kitchen and a bathtub, but not often enough to move back off campus. They feed us milk and cookies at night (or in tonight's case, donut holes and fresh oranges). What's not to love?
- It's my penultimate semester as an undergrad. I like my classes, love TAing Statistics, and am beginning to have a sort of preemptive nostalgia about the whole experience. (This will not stop me from moving out of MA fast enough to change global weather patterns when I graduate, however.) The big surprise this semester is that I a) signed up for a credit class in contact improvisational dance and that b) it's freaking AWESOME. It gets me up and into the gym in the mornings, lets me indulge in play and touch, and is a nice stroll outside my comfort zone. If I have learned anything from my college experience, it's that I am not nearly as good as I think I am at predicting what will bring me joy, and so I should just sample as many of the experiences that offer themselves as possible! I'm starting to form plans for life after MHC--details to come as they take shape. I'm looking at SF as my most likely landing pad for grad school.
- My boyfriend is in Haiti. He was sent by World Bank as a technical consultant to the Haitian government. I'm proud of him, worried about him, and fascinated by his pictures and stories. We've been through the wringer a bit lately (as long as I live, I will never quit smoking at the same time as a partner ever again, no matter how good an idea it seems at the time), but this and so many other things remind me that he's an extraordinary man and that I learn something new every day that he's in my life.
- I have the awesomest friends and chosen family in the world. For serious. You've given me everything from a wonderful birthday to warm toes. I get anxious, I get stressy, sometimes I even get lonely, but I never, not for one second, feel anything less than blessed with abundant love from my wonderful, weird, varied and far-flung tribe.
Misc Warm Fuzzies:
- I got new glasses! See?
- It's been nearly 2 months since I quit smoking.
- I'm kicking ass at this whole 'student' thing, and have letters from the Dean and an upcoming induction into the international honor society of psych majors to prove it.
- The days are getting longer. Spring is coming!