Waiting for the microwave to be done
I'm scared of summer. It starts in three days (last exam of year one of medical school: 8 a.m., Friday, 5/26), and I don't know if I'm ready. I've put so many expectations on what this summer will be, and I don't know if I'm ready to see if they were realistic or not. Somehow, this summer, I want to do real, significant research; work on my fledgling Spanish; knit sweaters and a kitty bed and maybe a kitty and maybe a blanket (Mason Dixon Knitting - love you!); get sooo much done on the Winking Lizard World Tour of Beers; and actually relax.
This might be possible, but here's the catch: I will be doing research semi-isolated and living actually alone for two months. My wonderful new roommate is leaving Sunday morning for Mexico, and I will be alone for two whole months in my apartment. Those who know, know why this is terrifying. I don't really do "lonely" very well. There will be people here, just down the street in both directions, but it's not the same as having someone in your house, who knows if the crazy is coming back. Having wonderful new roommate Beth living here the last few days has reminded me how happy I am living with someone I actually like and interact with. We chat in the mornings while we're getting ready and then go off to school together. It is like the "School time!" days of yore. And I will miss it come Sunday.
This might be possible, but here's the catch: I will be doing research semi-isolated and living actually alone for two months. My wonderful new roommate is leaving Sunday morning for Mexico, and I will be alone for two whole months in my apartment. Those who know, know why this is terrifying. I don't really do "lonely" very well. There will be people here, just down the street in both directions, but it's not the same as having someone in your house, who knows if the crazy is coming back. Having wonderful new roommate Beth living here the last few days has reminded me how happy I am living with someone I actually like and interact with. We chat in the mornings while we're getting ready and then go off to school together. It is like the "School time!" days of yore. And I will miss it come Sunday.