millions of moments
I may have just efiled my DC tax return incorrectly. I could be arrested at any moment now. The police patrol our neighborhood frequently so it shouldn't be too inconvenient for them to swing by and pick me up. It was all just a little too complicated with the four income sources and two states situmuation.
I'm going home. I'll meet you at the table. Or in the air. Seriously, I'm flying home tomorrow and will be there until Monday afternoon. The primary reason for this trip is to assist with packing up the Hoover house, aka my mom's house, aka the house I've considered home base for 13 years. Thirteen. I'm not emotional. I guess I'm over that. I simply don't look forward to digging through the walls of crap I've managed to accumulate over the years. Ok it's not really crap. It's just a pretty heavy burden at the moment. I guess it'll be a tiny taste of what my mom has been swimming through for the last few months.
And it could be a good time for reminiscing. In other words, I may have lied about it not being an emotional weekend.
CPK, Saturday, 7:00 PM. I'd love to see you. Give me a call if you can make it. Give me a call even if you can't.
In other news, I had all my little ducks in a row. "Had" being the key word. It was a blissful few days of knowing what comes next and having it fit safely in my comfort zone. On Tuesday night, I got a letter from the University of Alabama. Let me rewind. I applied to two programs for the upcoming school year. It was a just in case thing, you know, if it worked out that John Paul ended up in the psych program at UNC or UA, then great, I could maybe be accepted to the dual degree Duke Divinity/UNC Social Work program or the UA Social Work school and go to school as well. We found out that John Paul wouldn't be doing either of those before I heard back about my applications, so I just nested in the final decision that I would go wherever he went and be a happy little pea.
Then I got the letter from UNC and the voicemail from Duke, and I started having second thoughts. Those little poops at UNC folded the contents of the envelope so that the first thing I read as I pulled out the letter is, "In my mind, I'm goin to Carolina..." I mean, seriously. How'd they know about my deep affection for James Taylor? Good grief. I ultimately decided not to go to North Carolina, mostly because 4 years is too long to live without the buddy. It was a stronger possibility with him being at UVA. A four hour drive could have been manageable. But then there was the thought of paying student loans for the next 200 years and then it was confirmed that Miami University in Oxford, Ohio would be John Paul's home for the next 5 years. So the ducks fell into place this way... I would go to Ohio and work in Cincinnati (a 40 minute drive from Oxford) then do a dual degree social work/law program at the University of Cincinnati. I was excited.
Everything was turned upside down Tuesday when I got a letter from UA saying I've been offered a graduate council fellowship that includes full tuition plus an amount that equals half of what I owe in student loans from BSC.
And as long as I've written this much, I might as well go into my most recent thoughts, right? It's a huge honor. And I'm so grateful. I know that no one in her right mind would turn it down, for financial reasons and for the whole socially acceptable relationship timeline thing... two factors that I haven't really paid much attention to thus far. So maybe it's time. I could get a part-time job for living expenses and live with my mom, who is most likely moving to one of those new developments in McCalla. I'm obviously not enthusiastic with her choice of location, but I guess it could work out to my advantage, with a decent commute to Tuscaloosa and not too far from folks in Birmingham.
Sooooo (Jenny takes a breath), I'm here. I have to decide by the 15th, when UA wants an official reply.
I need to pee. And pack.
I'm going home. I'll meet you at the table. Or in the air. Seriously, I'm flying home tomorrow and will be there until Monday afternoon. The primary reason for this trip is to assist with packing up the Hoover house, aka my mom's house, aka the house I've considered home base for 13 years. Thirteen. I'm not emotional. I guess I'm over that. I simply don't look forward to digging through the walls of crap I've managed to accumulate over the years. Ok it's not really crap. It's just a pretty heavy burden at the moment. I guess it'll be a tiny taste of what my mom has been swimming through for the last few months.
And it could be a good time for reminiscing. In other words, I may have lied about it not being an emotional weekend.
CPK, Saturday, 7:00 PM. I'd love to see you. Give me a call if you can make it. Give me a call even if you can't.
In other news, I had all my little ducks in a row. "Had" being the key word. It was a blissful few days of knowing what comes next and having it fit safely in my comfort zone. On Tuesday night, I got a letter from the University of Alabama. Let me rewind. I applied to two programs for the upcoming school year. It was a just in case thing, you know, if it worked out that John Paul ended up in the psych program at UNC or UA, then great, I could maybe be accepted to the dual degree Duke Divinity/UNC Social Work program or the UA Social Work school and go to school as well. We found out that John Paul wouldn't be doing either of those before I heard back about my applications, so I just nested in the final decision that I would go wherever he went and be a happy little pea.
Then I got the letter from UNC and the voicemail from Duke, and I started having second thoughts. Those little poops at UNC folded the contents of the envelope so that the first thing I read as I pulled out the letter is, "In my mind, I'm goin to Carolina..." I mean, seriously. How'd they know about my deep affection for James Taylor? Good grief. I ultimately decided not to go to North Carolina, mostly because 4 years is too long to live without the buddy. It was a stronger possibility with him being at UVA. A four hour drive could have been manageable. But then there was the thought of paying student loans for the next 200 years and then it was confirmed that Miami University in Oxford, Ohio would be John Paul's home for the next 5 years. So the ducks fell into place this way... I would go to Ohio and work in Cincinnati (a 40 minute drive from Oxford) then do a dual degree social work/law program at the University of Cincinnati. I was excited.
Everything was turned upside down Tuesday when I got a letter from UA saying I've been offered a graduate council fellowship that includes full tuition plus an amount that equals half of what I owe in student loans from BSC.
And as long as I've written this much, I might as well go into my most recent thoughts, right? It's a huge honor. And I'm so grateful. I know that no one in her right mind would turn it down, for financial reasons and for the whole socially acceptable relationship timeline thing... two factors that I haven't really paid much attention to thus far. So maybe it's time. I could get a part-time job for living expenses and live with my mom, who is most likely moving to one of those new developments in McCalla. I'm obviously not enthusiastic with her choice of location, but I guess it could work out to my advantage, with a decent commute to Tuscaloosa and not too far from folks in Birmingham.
Sooooo (Jenny takes a breath), I'm here. I have to decide by the 15th, when UA wants an official reply.
I need to pee. And pack.