Thursday, October 16, 2008


Here I sit, still avoiding oh-so-many reviews. I'm eating wonderfully good turkey lasagne given us by a friend (thanks Coach J...also, thanks to Ms B for your offer of food, I still can't quite believe I didn't take you up on it, let's just say it's been a bit crazy). I'm fretting about the future because that's one of the things I do best.

I'm feeling restless (ah, hence the title! I'm clever that way). I want to be finished here. I want to get on with it already, to move on to our next place. I'm also nervous about it because I don't know where that will be. Somewhere with zero support system, I know. That makes me especially nervous.

I'm great at making grand plans for the future, not so great on follow-up. Let's all move to Ireland! Okay.... Let's all move to some tiny town in Maine! Um.... Let's convince all of our friends to move to one convenient location so I don't have to deal with my separation anxiety! Yeah, sure....

So, yes, I'm restless. And, yes, I'm stuck here for at least another seven to ten months. After that, I'll be having some kind of break-down. Ah, something to look forward to.


Crystal said...

I am so not used to thinking of you as being in your Master's and...MOVING after that. I think sometimes I fall into the pattern of thinking that everyone is stuck here for years like I am...clearly not true. Move to Ireland, please, so I can come visit! were not the only one mumbling in class! I am finding that counting to myself helps. Although I could hardly even count last Thursday...I was way out of it.