excitement and anxiety
The inertia of my world keeps me moving in the direction I've set.
I haven't yet made my schedule for graduate school. I need to start contacting my adviser, but the time line they sent me back in March or April didn't show anything to do before August 14 or so. I'm just not really that worried though.
I am moving and need to nail down information about that as well. My move in date is August 3, but my roommate and I asked if August 1 would be a possibility. When we signed the lease, the landlord and staff were friendly and accommodating but not good listeners. So I'm sure I need to call them and remind them.
The implication of moving out on my relationship remains my only worry right now. The responses I get and the limited communication constantly shift what I think is going to happen. I try to reassure that I have no intentions of breaking up. His responses and comments are always vague or passive aggressive.
This weekend I'm going home for my nephew's first birthday. My whole family is coming - including my uncle, great uncle and slightly senile great aunt. She is one of my most favorite people in the world because she's lost all her faculties for tact and appropriateness. Yes, this is the great aunt who makes off-color sex jokes to family members.
The party is on Saturday and will include lots of my sister's and brother-in-law's friends as well. On Sunday, my family is reinstating an old-school Maryland tradition not seen since I was age 8. We're having a CRABFEST. In Maryland, it's common enough party to have sometime during the Blue Crab season where you host a bunch of people at your house and eat crabs. We had one every year of my childhood until we moved. 20 plus people would come and eat whole crabs in our back yard and drink beer and generally be merry.
My dad would play games while cooking the live crabs. He'd grab one out the bushell and others would grab hold forming chains. The game would be to see how many crabs he could get in one chain into the pot. In variably one or two would let go fall to the ground and start scrambling around the kitchen floor. I as a child of less than 8 would scream.
The birthday party will be fun. I'm super excited for the Crabfest though.
I haven't yet made my schedule for graduate school. I need to start contacting my adviser, but the time line they sent me back in March or April didn't show anything to do before August 14 or so. I'm just not really that worried though.
I am moving and need to nail down information about that as well. My move in date is August 3, but my roommate and I asked if August 1 would be a possibility. When we signed the lease, the landlord and staff were friendly and accommodating but not good listeners. So I'm sure I need to call them and remind them.
The implication of moving out on my relationship remains my only worry right now. The responses I get and the limited communication constantly shift what I think is going to happen. I try to reassure that I have no intentions of breaking up. His responses and comments are always vague or passive aggressive.
This weekend I'm going home for my nephew's first birthday. My whole family is coming - including my uncle, great uncle and slightly senile great aunt. She is one of my most favorite people in the world because she's lost all her faculties for tact and appropriateness. Yes, this is the great aunt who makes off-color sex jokes to family members.
The party is on Saturday and will include lots of my sister's and brother-in-law's friends as well. On Sunday, my family is reinstating an old-school Maryland tradition not seen since I was age 8. We're having a CRABFEST. In Maryland, it's common enough party to have sometime during the Blue Crab season where you host a bunch of people at your house and eat crabs. We had one every year of my childhood until we moved. 20 plus people would come and eat whole crabs in our back yard and drink beer and generally be merry.
My dad would play games while cooking the live crabs. He'd grab one out the bushell and others would grab hold forming chains. The game would be to see how many crabs he could get in one chain into the pot. In variably one or two would let go fall to the ground and start scrambling around the kitchen floor. I as a child of less than 8 would scream.
The birthday party will be fun. I'm super excited for the Crabfest though.