shout it out (ever ever land)
Sipping on some Lady Grey and wondering what the other side of April 30th feels like.
I've never been done with school before. Mostly I want to slow everything down. I want to wander up and down Kerrytown, buying heirloom tomatoes, fresh cheese, and fragrant oils. Notebooks I will never write in. Scarves.
I want to walk, to take a picnic somewhere. Maybe play Munchkin somewhere unique- on my new kitchen table (yes, i finally closed on the summer sublet and it's awesome). It's the kind of place that I always dream about, with lots of space and big windows facing the kitchen. It makes you want to cook like mad: fresh cookies, Insalata Caprese, lamb gyros, bread, something from Under the Tuscan Sun.
There's a deck attached to my new apartment, big enough for yoga and brunching. I want to have people over for brunch one weekend. And it's all a 4 minute walk to work. If my life was always this simple, I could be content for a long time.
I want to take time to read actual books for fun again. I will have time to walk into any of the libraries and find beautiful things to read. Fiction, non-fiction, manuals, WHATEVER. I will feel like going to more events, now that all I have is work.
Nights with the boy, streaming Netflix and nibbling on delicious things. Cups of my newly discovered herbal coffee.
I have a strong lead on a job at the University (so far it sounds like I'm in the front-running for one of the spots) and that would be lovely, because I could stay near the boy (and finally ponder if I want to propose--is 1 year really too little?). Sometimes I wonder--I know people (and read about people) who date for many many years and then once finally married, they divorce a year or two later. Is that really any better than getting engaged a year after meeting and ending up with forever? My entire Dad's side seems to have managed it. It's not even the day to day or love--it's the logistics. I want a satisfying job and right now I want Notre Dame (longshot as it is). Most of what tantalizes me is out of state. I don't want to give up a fulfilling career for a boyfriend. I also don't want to give up a wonderful love and a cute town for a job I may not even like in a place where I won't know anyone. Of course, I keep spazzing out about this when I don't even have a job offer in hand yet. No wonder I gave myself an ulcer.
Decisions. BLEH.
and so my rambling goes.
I've never been done with school before. Mostly I want to slow everything down. I want to wander up and down Kerrytown, buying heirloom tomatoes, fresh cheese, and fragrant oils. Notebooks I will never write in. Scarves.
I want to walk, to take a picnic somewhere. Maybe play Munchkin somewhere unique- on my new kitchen table (yes, i finally closed on the summer sublet and it's awesome). It's the kind of place that I always dream about, with lots of space and big windows facing the kitchen. It makes you want to cook like mad: fresh cookies, Insalata Caprese, lamb gyros, bread, something from Under the Tuscan Sun.
There's a deck attached to my new apartment, big enough for yoga and brunching. I want to have people over for brunch one weekend. And it's all a 4 minute walk to work. If my life was always this simple, I could be content for a long time.
I want to take time to read actual books for fun again. I will have time to walk into any of the libraries and find beautiful things to read. Fiction, non-fiction, manuals, WHATEVER. I will feel like going to more events, now that all I have is work.
Nights with the boy, streaming Netflix and nibbling on delicious things. Cups of my newly discovered herbal coffee.
I have a strong lead on a job at the University (so far it sounds like I'm in the front-running for one of the spots) and that would be lovely, because I could stay near the boy (and finally ponder if I want to propose--is 1 year really too little?). Sometimes I wonder--I know people (and read about people) who date for many many years and then once finally married, they divorce a year or two later. Is that really any better than getting engaged a year after meeting and ending up with forever? My entire Dad's side seems to have managed it. It's not even the day to day or love--it's the logistics. I want a satisfying job and right now I want Notre Dame (longshot as it is). Most of what tantalizes me is out of state. I don't want to give up a fulfilling career for a boyfriend. I also don't want to give up a wonderful love and a cute town for a job I may not even like in a place where I won't know anyone. Of course, I keep spazzing out about this when I don't even have a job offer in hand yet. No wonder I gave myself an ulcer.
Decisions. BLEH.
and so my rambling goes.