Ages and Ages
Wow, so it's been forever since I last posted. Am still alive. Haven't been writing much of anything lately, either fic or journally ramblings. Will try to do better in future.
So, what's up?
Currently located up in our nation's capital, working on a temporary contract. Job is awesome, but it is a bit stressful to be this unsettled, not knowing if I will get an extension until a few weeks before my time is up. Makes it hard to sign a lease or make to many plans.
Surprisingly missing my place back in Gradschool Town. It was not a great town, but I was comfy in my place, and was having a really good time living with my last roommate. AND she had adorable pets, which was awesome. Makes me long for transporter technology so I can work up here and go home to back there. Alas. Sci Fi, you make me discontented with my world. The folks in Fahrenheit 451 had it right, after all.
Have started participating in an Irish dancing group - not the fancy Riverdance stuff, just the social dancing. It's fun, but it makes me miss Scottish dancing, which is very similar, but a little more energetic and a lot less gropy. Still, it's fun and the people involved are super, super nice, which is pretty much what the folks in the Scottish dancing group I joined in Boston was like. I might have to check out some local groups just to scratch that itch.
So now that the Masters from Hell is over, I am stuck trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. And did I mention that it doesn't feel like there's a lot of that left? This getting old shit sucks big time. A few years back in grad school I was having trouble sleeping because I'd be lying in bed in the dark thinking about how someday I was going to die, not just in the youthful 'yeah, we all have to die some time' crap, but in the 'holy shit, my heart is going to stop, and I'll stop breathing and my brain will shut down and then nothing, and maybe I'll be really sick and in pain first, and then someone will have to find my body and go through all my crap - man I really have to clean up my room and get organized - and I will have ceased to exist and I can't quite fathom that and what is it all for and why can't I face it?' So I managed to get out of that phase somehow, but have felt it trying to come back lately. I suppose it's some sort of anxiety, but it doesn't seem to have an physical effects, aside from me occasionally not sleeping well, so I will continue to combat it with massive doses of fanfiction and see how that goes. :)
My current temporary roommate is a couple years older than me, and I have to say it's kind of nice to be around someone else who is in a similar situation to me. I love the friends I made in grad school, but most of them are in a very different stage of life. For the most part that's awesome and they are fun to be around, but sometimes it's tiring or frustrating.
So now I just have to find my sense of humor again. I know I used to have one - I have many old GW stories that I wrote that prove it was there. Have been having trouble accessing it lately. I don't want to turn into a grumpy old lady with no hope for the future and no enjoyment of life. Am starting to feel myself slipping in that direction and am looking for ways to combat it. Perhaps I need to go to more concerts. Something about live music can be so invigorating. We'll see. That costs money, and that's not something I have a lot of right now. :D
Ah well, as they say these days, "first world problems." I am thankful to have a job that I enjoy, a roof over my head, enough to eat, and good health. I just have to worry about keeping it that way. No problem. *sweatdrop*
So, what's up?
Currently located up in our nation's capital, working on a temporary contract. Job is awesome, but it is a bit stressful to be this unsettled, not knowing if I will get an extension until a few weeks before my time is up. Makes it hard to sign a lease or make to many plans.
Surprisingly missing my place back in Gradschool Town. It was not a great town, but I was comfy in my place, and was having a really good time living with my last roommate. AND she had adorable pets, which was awesome. Makes me long for transporter technology so I can work up here and go home to back there. Alas. Sci Fi, you make me discontented with my world. The folks in Fahrenheit 451 had it right, after all.
Have started participating in an Irish dancing group - not the fancy Riverdance stuff, just the social dancing. It's fun, but it makes me miss Scottish dancing, which is very similar, but a little more energetic and a lot less gropy. Still, it's fun and the people involved are super, super nice, which is pretty much what the folks in the Scottish dancing group I joined in Boston was like. I might have to check out some local groups just to scratch that itch.
So now that the Masters from Hell is over, I am stuck trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. And did I mention that it doesn't feel like there's a lot of that left? This getting old shit sucks big time. A few years back in grad school I was having trouble sleeping because I'd be lying in bed in the dark thinking about how someday I was going to die, not just in the youthful 'yeah, we all have to die some time' crap, but in the 'holy shit, my heart is going to stop, and I'll stop breathing and my brain will shut down and then nothing, and maybe I'll be really sick and in pain first, and then someone will have to find my body and go through all my crap - man I really have to clean up my room and get organized - and I will have ceased to exist and I can't quite fathom that and what is it all for and why can't I face it?' So I managed to get out of that phase somehow, but have felt it trying to come back lately. I suppose it's some sort of anxiety, but it doesn't seem to have an physical effects, aside from me occasionally not sleeping well, so I will continue to combat it with massive doses of fanfiction and see how that goes. :)
My current temporary roommate is a couple years older than me, and I have to say it's kind of nice to be around someone else who is in a similar situation to me. I love the friends I made in grad school, but most of them are in a very different stage of life. For the most part that's awesome and they are fun to be around, but sometimes it's tiring or frustrating.
So now I just have to find my sense of humor again. I know I used to have one - I have many old GW stories that I wrote that prove it was there. Have been having trouble accessing it lately. I don't want to turn into a grumpy old lady with no hope for the future and no enjoyment of life. Am starting to feel myself slipping in that direction and am looking for ways to combat it. Perhaps I need to go to more concerts. Something about live music can be so invigorating. We'll see. That costs money, and that's not something I have a lot of right now. :D
Ah well, as they say these days, "first world problems." I am thankful to have a job that I enjoy, a roof over my head, enough to eat, and good health. I just have to worry about keeping it that way. No problem. *sweatdrop*