Welcome to the Old Apartment
So, sorry for the generally whiny tenor this journal has taken lately-- I seem rather unable to help myself. I'll try to infuse future entries with a thread of optimism for your viewing pleasure, genuine or otherwise. =P
Re-contracting for the dorms is up on the first, and the search for an apartment is becoming top priority, a matter which is rather more complicated by my lack of transportation. There's also the fact that I pretty much have no idea what I'm doing, and the thought of asking either of my parents for help actually physically gives me heartburn. I have no idea whether this peculiar independent streak in me is born of an actual desire to achieve a manner of self-sufficiency, or if it is instead inspired by the dread accompanying the thought of dealing with my mother or father in regards to this sort of thing.
If I'm being honest with myself, I think it's probably that, if I were to go to them, I wouldn't want "help", I would straight-up want them to just do it for me. Which isn't going to happen, nor should it.
I'll get it figured out, though. And if it comes to it, another year in the dorms won't kill me. The accommodations are awesome, in all honesty. It's just looonely. But I'll deal. :)
Who's watching the inaguration tomorrow?
Re-contracting for the dorms is up on the first, and the search for an apartment is becoming top priority, a matter which is rather more complicated by my lack of transportation. There's also the fact that I pretty much have no idea what I'm doing, and the thought of asking either of my parents for help actually physically gives me heartburn. I have no idea whether this peculiar independent streak in me is born of an actual desire to achieve a manner of self-sufficiency, or if it is instead inspired by the dread accompanying the thought of dealing with my mother or father in regards to this sort of thing.
If I'm being honest with myself, I think it's probably that, if I were to go to them, I wouldn't want "help", I would straight-up want them to just do it for me. Which isn't going to happen, nor should it.
I'll get it figured out, though. And if it comes to it, another year in the dorms won't kill me. The accommodations are awesome, in all honesty. It's just looonely. But I'll deal. :)
Who's watching the inaguration tomorrow?