Let me preface this by saying that I am an adult. (Sometimes.) I’ve had full-time jobs, and I have lived in my own apartment. The apartment, however, was five minutes from where I grew up. I like where I grew up, so this was not a problem for me. And though I went away to college two hours away from where I grew up, I’ve never actually LIVED any distance from home. College is completely isolated and different. In three weeks, that is changing. I am moving an hour and a half for my new job. And I am scared (good scared, I think, butRead More →

I read somewhere that whatever you do on New Year’s Day is what you will be doing for the rest of the year.  I’m more superstitious than I care to admit, so I took it by heart.  If superstitions prove to be true, then this is what I can expect from the rest of my year: Huge breakfasts with delicious mimosas Writing!  (I have had a little bit of writer’s block the past few weeks, and I THINK I broke through, so that was exciting) Harry Potter movies Driving snowy roads (gross!) Eating chocolate chip cookies Reading books I can’t say that any of thisRead More →

I don’t know what I am going to blog about. I usually like to plan these things in advance.  I try to be interesting for you all.  I really do. Today though, everything is uncertain.  My life, my job.  I’m twenty-seven years old, and I don’t know for sure where I’m going to be in a month. I envy the people in my life who don’t plan.  I envy the people who can pick up and move across the country, without a job in line, without an idea of where they are going. I like to know what’s coming next.  I like stability and continuity. Read More →

I wish there were 25, 30 hours in a day.  This past week I have been stressing myself out over everything I have to do, everything that needs to be done, and everything that I want to do. At work, there is reams of paperwork to do, plus essays and projects to grade, plus lesson-planning to accomplish.  All this on top of actually, you know, teaching.  And interacting with the students and my colleagues. When I get home, there is an apartment to clean (who knew I would be such a neat freak before I moved into my own place?), books to read, writing toRead More →