It's been a long time coming
Oh God. I've finished my Writing Project. I mean, actually finished it. Done. No more. Can't change it kind of finished it. (Well, I could change it, but I don't need to.) Why is this scary? Rational brain - I know it's good, and it's only 30 credits: it's not like it counts for half a year's work or anything. Except it is half a year's work. And it's only (ha, only!) 36 pages (and 3 of those are the bibliography - eep), and surely there should be more to show for it than that? It's a strange feeling - I've hated doing it, I've battled with it since October, I've wanted it to be over for months... and yet now it is over, I don't want it to be. Far too momentous for my liking. It feels like university can end now. And I've been waiting impatiently for that, too. I guess you really do have to be careful what you wish for...
On the plus side, I can now take the 20 or so books off the kitchen table, where I've been working, and actually have space to cook!
On the plus side, I can now take the 20 or so books off the kitchen table, where I've been working, and actually have space to cook!