Life.
I refuse to begin this post with a comment about how long it's been since I last updated. We all know, by now, that I write in spurts. Life has changed quite a bit since my last update. It took HR longer than expected to clear my application, so I ended up quitting the escort job from somewhere on the roadtrip. I believe it was somewhere just outside of Yellowstone, but I could be wrong about that. I also have a vague recollection of quitting internationally (from Canada). Yellowstone? Canada? Thats quite a distance from Chicago, I know. John and I went on a fabulous roadtrip after graduation. We left really early one morning, drove up through Fargo to Canada, hit Hyder, Alaska, Yellowstone and Wounded Knee and then sped back East, pausing only at tourist trap Palaces made of corn. I wish I had updated soon after the trip, because it's difficult to write about it now. The trip seems a little distant to accurately re-live through a livejournal. Lets just say it was absolutely amazing and is probably responsible for the state of my personal affairs today. Though I realized I loved John before we left, I still had my doubts. We returned from Alaska with many trinkets, but also with a much stronger relationship. Strong isn't passionate enough, really, but that's why he's the English major. My graduation party was right after the roadtrip, then I started work the next day. Now I have life. Actually, the working world isn't as terrible as it seemed upon graduation. I have a sweet new apartment in Edgewater, with Jason. I've actually invested time and money into the place, and no longer live in a shitbox. I go to work everyday, do whatever I want with my nights and weekends. My life is probably a bit boring now, in comparison to what i did in school. And I feel old. Not necessarily badly about it, but definately old. I've applied to a master's program, am taking the GRE on Dec 10th and plan to apply to PhD programs a year from then. So the world does feel likes it's closing in occasionally. But it's fun too, in a way. Being so close to really doing something. I must go catch my bus.