One month between entries, is that enough?
I am getting mixed reviews...some think I should post more often, yet I myself don't think enough happens to me in a month in order to post on a more frequent basis. So here is the next post, a month from my first come back. I have noticed that at least 4 people read my post, which I cannot tell if that is good or bad? Should I cater to you, my readers? Well, I won't, because I like to cater to myself way more and well, I don't exactly know who at least 2 of you are...so...here goes the continuation of the blog!
So my maybe big news is twofold.
One: I am officially not going to London. Sotheby's doesn't actually know yet, but I declined their financial aid offer (which was puny, by the way) and I think come the end of the month I will, in fact, let them formally know that I will not be attending. This conclusion is somewhat bitter-sweet. I really REALLY wanted to go, and although I would have loved being in London I could not convince myself that it was financially smart to take out a $40,000 loan to get my Masters degree. ESPECIALLY when I could just apply for a similar program in the states and be eligible for Federal Aid, making the amount of money I would spend out of pocket drastically lower (depending upon where I go). So now I get to re-evaluate. I am going to take the GRE's sometime late summer/early fall (I am totally dreading this because I am horrible at standardized testing) and then apply to possible programs come September. This also opens the possibility of going for it and instead of just a Masters getting my PhD as well. Making me Doctor Love. Think about it...
Two: Since my plans to move to London fell through and I am at the point where I need a change in my life, S and I have decided to move in together. I am actually really happy and excited about this. I can't wait to get out of my parents house, living with them, although financially beneficial is really hard psychologically for many reasons. Now that I am grown up I see all their unhealthy habits and the annoyances that I had put behind me when living with room mates in college. Coming back has been a hard adjustment and a real eye opener. Moving out will be a process, but I am so excited at the prospect of living with S. I have never quite felt this giddy before, and I have absolutely no qualms about the move. I am not worried or scared that things won't work out or we will annoy each other too much. I already annoy him all the time and he doesn't seem to mind. I can't really see how this could be bad? Am I just being too idealistic here? Let me know, because I have never done this before and advice would be welcome.
Otherwise my life is the same as last time. Emotionally I am sane and very happy with S. I am a little disappointed as of late because I have discovered my outstanding lack of friends who live in my city (let alone my time zone...) and although I love S and the few friends I do see, it is a little sad to know that I cannot continue to cultivate my friendships with the people I love who live so far away, I miss you all...
On a darker note, I have come to terms that I am sufficiently unhappy with my current employment. I am too honest to be selling overpriced art and I would rather be doing mundane office work than having to follow people around the gallery being awkward and forcing conversation about somewhat gaudy art work. I feel overwhelmingly underpaid and deliberately overworked (as we are incredibly understaffed) and am getting to the point of not caring (which is dangerous...). Not sure what to do, but for now I am trying to tough it out, hoping that avoiding my boss will let me delude myself into thinking I can do this for another year...
That's all for now, see you in another month! (unless something incredible happens, maybe be sooner)
So my maybe big news is twofold.
One: I am officially not going to London. Sotheby's doesn't actually know yet, but I declined their financial aid offer (which was puny, by the way) and I think come the end of the month I will, in fact, let them formally know that I will not be attending. This conclusion is somewhat bitter-sweet. I really REALLY wanted to go, and although I would have loved being in London I could not convince myself that it was financially smart to take out a $40,000 loan to get my Masters degree. ESPECIALLY when I could just apply for a similar program in the states and be eligible for Federal Aid, making the amount of money I would spend out of pocket drastically lower (depending upon where I go). So now I get to re-evaluate. I am going to take the GRE's sometime late summer/early fall (I am totally dreading this because I am horrible at standardized testing) and then apply to possible programs come September. This also opens the possibility of going for it and instead of just a Masters getting my PhD as well. Making me Doctor Love. Think about it...
Two: Since my plans to move to London fell through and I am at the point where I need a change in my life, S and I have decided to move in together. I am actually really happy and excited about this. I can't wait to get out of my parents house, living with them, although financially beneficial is really hard psychologically for many reasons. Now that I am grown up I see all their unhealthy habits and the annoyances that I had put behind me when living with room mates in college. Coming back has been a hard adjustment and a real eye opener. Moving out will be a process, but I am so excited at the prospect of living with S. I have never quite felt this giddy before, and I have absolutely no qualms about the move. I am not worried or scared that things won't work out or we will annoy each other too much. I already annoy him all the time and he doesn't seem to mind. I can't really see how this could be bad? Am I just being too idealistic here? Let me know, because I have never done this before and advice would be welcome.
Otherwise my life is the same as last time. Emotionally I am sane and very happy with S. I am a little disappointed as of late because I have discovered my outstanding lack of friends who live in my city (let alone my time zone...) and although I love S and the few friends I do see, it is a little sad to know that I cannot continue to cultivate my friendships with the people I love who live so far away, I miss you all...
On a darker note, I have come to terms that I am sufficiently unhappy with my current employment. I am too honest to be selling overpriced art and I would rather be doing mundane office work than having to follow people around the gallery being awkward and forcing conversation about somewhat gaudy art work. I feel overwhelmingly underpaid and deliberately overworked (as we are incredibly understaffed) and am getting to the point of not caring (which is dangerous...). Not sure what to do, but for now I am trying to tough it out, hoping that avoiding my boss will let me delude myself into thinking I can do this for another year...
That's all for now, see you in another month! (unless something incredible happens, maybe be sooner)