Well, I'm here. The long awaited arrival in Arizona. Three days after the fact and still unpacking. Wishing I were living with Jess again. Wishing the world outside my "apartment" was even a little bit appealing to me. Parties. Everyone is partying and here I am, the Friday night before school starts, blogging before I give up on organizing this mess and finally hit my bed. Nothing is going well; yet everything is going better than really could imagine it would.
So far I've realized I've left a few vital things at home and many of the things here things refuse to work correctly. Latest on that list is "Sharp" my $10 very sleek alarm clock that hasn't ever been reliable to perform the function for which it was intended. I found it while unpacking, and was again impressed with its outward appearance. I flipped it open and tried to change the time. The thing blanked on me and is now incessantly beeping. Sharp, like it or not, is in a time out in my bathroom. Hopefully the battery runs out by morning. I should just throw it away. Why don't I throw anything away?
Maybe I'll start with my laptop. It is on the strike against AZ list also. So is my visor synchronization. My sink was finally fixed today, but that had been broken too. Good thing I have two. The list is longer but I don't even remember everything. At least I got Christine's printer installed and I hooked up the TV she bought.
I had two guys come by this evening; JP and Andrew. Effectively the first people I've met here other than Christine. She's my roommate, er, uh, apartment-mate. JP is studying aerospace and Andrew engineering. They were wondering if I would party, though they didn't really say it. They stayed for a while, only so long as necessary not to appear to be jerks. I don't think either of them was though. When I told them I was a graduate student they knew they had lost already. I hadn't even mentioned I was dating someone. Don't worry, I didn't let them leave thinking I was single. Upon his departure, my dad told me to get pepper spray. Tomorrow I will. My roommate has only talked to males and only males have talked to me. I never thought I would own pepper spray.
I need to find InterVaristy. A daunting task when there are so many other things that need to get done. Social life in grad school? Maybe I'm not really suppose to have one. That could be a whole blogg - a whole thesis - an entire book.
Tomorrow I go to Tuscon. It's the 21st. John and I will have been together 3 months on the day I meet his parents. I'm excited. It will be a nice reprieve. I cannot wait to meet them and experience a little bit of Tuscon. He's taking me out to dinner.
Next weekend while John's on his interview in Texas I'm going to see Joanna, Sean, and Emma. Between now and then classes and craziness. Now though, I'm going to get some sleep!
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
2 comments:
Sleep?! yeah, right! We all know you a bit better than that. You may have gone to bed but then you just stared at the ceiling thinking of the million and three things that you would like to already have done, thinking of all that you have to look forward to in your new home, thinking of school, your placement, your new roommate...and on and on and on.
Sleep is for mortals. We are above all that. We are graduates of NIU. :P
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Katy! :-) WHen are you going to update??? No pressure of course--I just miss ya!
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