Well, it's definitely been a while.
I went to my fifth high school reunion today. We just had a picnic at Lake Reba and only about a dozen people showed up, but it was still weird. It consisted of a few laughs over shared memories of people who weren't there but used to go to school with us, some catching up, and lots of awkward silences. It ended about an hour early, but that was probably a good thing. The only people I really wanted to see were Andrew and Cody, who I had already had dinner with a few days ago, but I knew Andrew had gotten food and barely anyone would show up, so I felt a bit obligated to go. It wasn't that the experience was bad, it was mostly that it was just weird seeing people that I hadn't even thought about in years. It got me thinking about that time in my life, which consequently lead back here to my livejournal. I have spent the last few hours reading through my old entries, reading through those of some of my friends (some of which, I was surprised to see, were not so old--relatively speaking), and thinking about how much my life has changed in the last few years.
I don't know why I felt the urge to update this thing. I suppose that it is still ingrained in me from the years when this was THE website. There was an entire summer when it seemed like all I did was listen to They Might Be Giants and check livejournal. But anyway, I have the urge so I suppose I will discuss my life as it is now until the urge goes away (only to return in another four years or so). My last entries were written at the beginning of my college career and relationship with Colin, so it's kind of a nice symmetry that this one is taking place at the end of those things. There is no way that this urge will last long enough to update any readers on everything that's happened since my last entry, but I will try to touch on the important parts and give a brief update on my life as it is now.
A month ago, I graduated from the University of Evansville with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. I changed my major from Biology after my sophomore year, and while I am glad I did it, at times I still regret that I will never be the doctor that was committed to being from the time I was 9 years old. I will however become a nurse and eventually a nurse practitioner in the next few years, which I am greatly looking forward to. I'm also still seriously considering the Peace Corps, probably for after I am done with my BSN. As a nurse, I think I will be able to do a lot of good while satisfying the wanderlust that has never left me. Essentially, for the next two years my plan is this: I will get a job, save up money, get my one prerequisite out of the way, go backpacking in Europe for the 2-3 months before the nursing program starts, and then start the program. It lasts for 18 months, and then I can do the Peace Corps or at least get a decent job.
Anyway, college was great. Freshman and sophomore year I had a great group of (girl) friends, and even though we eventually grew apart, I still love those memories. Junior year, I started really hanging out with my group of guy friends. They were amazing, and even though I had to sit through countless football games the lack of drama, the fun weekend evenings, the great dinners, the fantastic beer, and the insane amount of nerdiness completely made up for it. It still seems strange that I can no longer just walk over to 209 South Weinbach and get dinner, have a beer, and enjoy my evening.
There's also the whole Colin thing. We dated all through college and are actually still technically dating. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and is without a doubt my best friend. He was my first love and I'm sure a part of me will always love him. That being said, we both knew that the other was not "the one" and have known since pretty early on. Even knowing that our relationship as we knew it was eventually doomed to fail, we pursued it. No one understood why, but we didn't care. I have no regrets about this. There were times during college that I know I would not have survived without him. That being said, now that we are done with college and he is a few weeks away from moving to the other side of the country for graduate school, I can't deny that this is hard. I have no doubts that we will eventually get through this and become good friends when we are both ready, but the transition is hard, and one I am still not completely sure I'm ready to make. We agreed that when one of us is ready, we will talk and officially end it. In the meantime we are trying to distance ourselves a bit (in true psychology major fashion, I think of this as our "extinction" period, so that the end will not be as difficult and the transition will occur quicker).
Off that subject, I am currently living at home, jobless. I know in my head that I needed to find a job a month ago, but I can't bring myself to get my shit--and resume--together and start actually applying. I have kept myself busy by painting/moving into a new room, giving myself a real, usable porch and front entrance, playing with my new puppy, and watching way too much Netflix. However, I know I need to get a real job and stop moping around the house. I may finally have some motivation. My friend Mindy might be going to the beach and I may go with her (depending on how the other people going on the trip react). Before I go, however, I must put my resume together and send it out. Considering I have a week, this is completely do-able and is my new goal.
With that, dear readers, I am going to leave you in favor of a trip to the land of nod.
All my love,
Katy
I don't know why I felt the urge to update this thing. I suppose that it is still ingrained in me from the years when this was THE website. There was an entire summer when it seemed like all I did was listen to They Might Be Giants and check livejournal. But anyway, I have the urge so I suppose I will discuss my life as it is now until the urge goes away (only to return in another four years or so). My last entries were written at the beginning of my college career and relationship with Colin, so it's kind of a nice symmetry that this one is taking place at the end of those things. There is no way that this urge will last long enough to update any readers on everything that's happened since my last entry, but I will try to touch on the important parts and give a brief update on my life as it is now.
A month ago, I graduated from the University of Evansville with a Bachelors of Science degree in Psychology. I changed my major from Biology after my sophomore year, and while I am glad I did it, at times I still regret that I will never be the doctor that was committed to being from the time I was 9 years old. I will however become a nurse and eventually a nurse practitioner in the next few years, which I am greatly looking forward to. I'm also still seriously considering the Peace Corps, probably for after I am done with my BSN. As a nurse, I think I will be able to do a lot of good while satisfying the wanderlust that has never left me. Essentially, for the next two years my plan is this: I will get a job, save up money, get my one prerequisite out of the way, go backpacking in Europe for the 2-3 months before the nursing program starts, and then start the program. It lasts for 18 months, and then I can do the Peace Corps or at least get a decent job.
Anyway, college was great. Freshman and sophomore year I had a great group of (girl) friends, and even though we eventually grew apart, I still love those memories. Junior year, I started really hanging out with my group of guy friends. They were amazing, and even though I had to sit through countless football games the lack of drama, the fun weekend evenings, the great dinners, the fantastic beer, and the insane amount of nerdiness completely made up for it. It still seems strange that I can no longer just walk over to 209 South Weinbach and get dinner, have a beer, and enjoy my evening.
There's also the whole Colin thing. We dated all through college and are actually still technically dating. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and is without a doubt my best friend. He was my first love and I'm sure a part of me will always love him. That being said, we both knew that the other was not "the one" and have known since pretty early on. Even knowing that our relationship as we knew it was eventually doomed to fail, we pursued it. No one understood why, but we didn't care. I have no regrets about this. There were times during college that I know I would not have survived without him. That being said, now that we are done with college and he is a few weeks away from moving to the other side of the country for graduate school, I can't deny that this is hard. I have no doubts that we will eventually get through this and become good friends when we are both ready, but the transition is hard, and one I am still not completely sure I'm ready to make. We agreed that when one of us is ready, we will talk and officially end it. In the meantime we are trying to distance ourselves a bit (in true psychology major fashion, I think of this as our "extinction" period, so that the end will not be as difficult and the transition will occur quicker).
Off that subject, I am currently living at home, jobless. I know in my head that I needed to find a job a month ago, but I can't bring myself to get my shit--and resume--together and start actually applying. I have kept myself busy by painting/moving into a new room, giving myself a real, usable porch and front entrance, playing with my new puppy, and watching way too much Netflix. However, I know I need to get a real job and stop moping around the house. I may finally have some motivation. My friend Mindy might be going to the beach and I may go with her (depending on how the other people going on the trip react). Before I go, however, I must put my resume together and send it out. Considering I have a week, this is completely do-able and is my new goal.
With that, dear readers, I am going to leave you in favor of a trip to the land of nod.
All my love,
Katy