I go back and forth on being excited to move somewhere new next year. Today, I am pretty excited about it, mostly because I’ve just gotten back in touch with an old friend who lives in DC.
But a week ago, I was near miserable thinking about it. All I could imagine was the difficulty of moving, the greater debt we’ll take on, the being far, far away from my family. My stomach was churning.
So I’m back and forth. And I guess that’s to be expectedthis is a pretty major change we’re planning to make. I’ve always lived close to my family except for my four years of undergrad. Even then, I was home at least once a semester plus Christmas and the summer. We’re all pretty close. Oddly, I’ve begun working on my grandmother’s Christmas newsletter (it features pictures of all their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren with little blurbs…it’s very visually friendly) and you’d think that would make me more nostalgic and upset about moving far away. But instead, today, I am excited about the future. Maybe I know in my heart how supportive my family will be.
Totally unrelated: I really like the Family Guy. Seriously funny show. Adult Swim rocks. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Part of all this reflection is that Mr. Angst is diving into the real work of his applications and the “eventuallies” are becoming the “nows.” We’ve been coasting along on the assumption that both him and me will get into schools in all the cities we’re looking at and suddenly I think we’re both very aware that the plan may not work out that way. And I don’t really know what we’ll do if the plan doesn’t work out as we hoped. So, I’m excited about moving and change today perhaps because I’m really avoiding the possibilities.
Thanks to Shelley for this lovely article.
At choir rehearsal not long ago, I had a conversation with a seminarian who was explaining to me why he was voting for Bush. His reasons? He admired the President’s faith, yes, but more important to him was Bush’s stance on abortion and the war. I replied that I could not vote for Bush because of his stance on the death penalty, his blindness to the complete inadequacy of No Child Left Behind, and his odd fiscal irresponsibility. It was all very civil, and while neither of us could agree with the other, we spoke with respect and openness.
Why can’t more political conversations go that way?
We are notand I am notblack and white, red and blue. There are too many things going on in our country for me to take a one-sided view of all of them. Like Heidi, I sometimes consider myself a bleeding heart liberal. Also like Heidi, though, I am willing to make concessions on some issues for the sake of others. It is too bad that our elected officials (at least publicly and in the media) do not present the same face of compromise.
Two schools that I’ve submitted apps to have not in any way acknowledged their receipt. This makes me nervous, although just a bit. When will they ask for reports? When will they tell me they’ve received my stuff? When when when?
When I applied to college, yea so many years ago, one of my applications was, apparently, never considered. It was very odd. I sent everything in along with my check, and I never heard anything else from that school. I wasn’t particularly interested in that school, so I didn’t fret about it. But law school is a bit different.
For one, I think I’m not really supposed to call these schools to ask about the status of my application. But without calling, I am at the mercy of the schools as far as being informed that my applications have been received. One school got a check from me, so I can always monitor my checking account to see if it’s cleared. The other, though, was paid online when I submitted. They have my money, but I have no way of knowing when they’ll take a look at my application.
I feel sort of helpless, and I don’t like that.
I fully admit that I am addicted to Las Vegas. It’s eye and mind candy, totally worthless TV, really.
But tonight, they have reached a new low. This must be the “exposition” episode of the season. The dialog is wretched, the plot is contrived, and, for God’s sake, the Polyphonic Spree guests.
I actually kind of like this show, but this episode pretty much guarantees it’s going to get cancelled. Dammit, why don’t they hire me to write their shows? I’d do a better job, Mr. Angst would do a better job, the kid down the street would do a better job.
Sigh. TV sucks.
I have about a million things to do in the next two and a half weeks.
OK, that’s exaggeratingbut only a little bit. I have to begin and finish my grandmother’s Christmas newsletter, which will be tricky since no one in my family has sent me any photos. I have some I’ve taken, but not many. Considering it takes about a week to get the thing to the printer and from thence out into the mail, I am seriously screwed.
It has to be out in two and a half weeks because we leave on the evening of the 16th for DC to visit some campuses before we make our way to the in-laws for Christmas. We fly into BWI super-late and will have to stay somewhere in Baltimore that night so Mr. Angst can make his 11am appointment in that city; I will probably take a train into DC to visit Georgetown (information session at 11, not sure how useful it will be). Then Mr. Angst will join me in DC and we’ll both go take a look at GW. And then we have time to kill. I’m hoping we can send our luggage for the week ahead to the Angst-in-laws, and store whatever overnight bags we have in DC at the train station. But it’s been a while since I’ve been to DC and I don’t know if that’s a good possibility.
So, DCers, here are
a couple of several questions:
- Where’s a cheapish place we can stay (for one night) in the District that’s convenient to Georgetown and GW and a Metro stop?
Are there, in fact, storage lockers or the like at the major stations? (I’m thinking Union Station, particularly, since that’s where we’ll be coming in from Baltimore on the MARC train.)There are, in fact, lockers at Union Station, as I suspected there would be. It remains to be seen if they will be large enough for luggage. No clue about stations in Baltimore.
- Are there other things we should put on our itinerary for Friday afternoon/Saturday morning? Things we should see if we’re very seriously contemplating moving to DC for school?
- Any recommendations for rail/bus/Metro passes for our two-day stay? We won’t need round-trip MARC tickets, I don’t think, but what will we want for the Metro in DC?
At present, I believe the Angst-in-laws are going to drive to pick us up on Saturday (it’ll be a few-hour round-trip for them, so we can’t really stay with them), but if we need to rent a car and drive-and-drop, how tough might that be?This was a stupid question, as I know I can rent a car just about anywhere. Forgive.
These are lots of questions, sure, and they probably reveal me to be a bit of a worry-wart. But any advice would be much welcomed.
Meanwhile, I still haven’t heard back from my Northwestern interviewer, which makes me a bit nervous. Time is short!
Yeah, I took a blogging break. Between the all-day kitchen-fest that was Thursday, and the all-day football-fest that was Friday, I was just plain pooped. Didn’t bother to get out of my pjs today until 3:30.
We just returned from a nice dinner at my aunt and uncle’s. They live something less than an hour away in a brand, spanking new subdivision of houses with no easement, whose designs repeat every third lot. “Starting in the 120′s!” Not terribly enticing.
This aunt and uncle have just recently returned from nine years (or thereabouts) in Germany, where my uncle was stationed. What did my aunt talk about all night? Germany. German wine. German tchotckes. German sugar tablets for your coffee. And Dutch veterinary clinics. Good golly! The things I never wanted to know about Germany! We escaped as the other aunt and uncle who were at dinner pulled out the dominos for family game time.
Lest you think I am a terrible person, the evening really was nice. I pull out the sarcasm when I talk about family because, well, families are messy and confusing sometimes. But they are still family, and they understand and know you like few people do. All but one of my mother’s siblings was at dinner, and I treasure that these men and women who watched me grow up are so close and still want to spend time with one another. If there’s one thing I am always thankful for this time of year, it’s family, foibles and all. These times make our plans for the next three years somewhat more difficult to stomach, as I’m sure we’ll end up far away and visits will be rare and never long enough.
We’ve been through half of one turkey and half of another; the other halves are tupperwared up and put away. We’ve been through half of two pies. We’ve been through half a pot of coffee. And now we’re looking to rent a movie.
I’m beat! But it’s been lovely. Happy Thanksgiving, all.
My mommy is here, she just called to say they were on the ground, picking up their rent car.
I, however, am at work. Phbbt. I am hoping we get a half-day reprievesometimes that happens, but it has to come from the top (and I work for a pseudo-government institution, so that means from the governor) and he never makes up his mind until around 11:30. Or at least, they never tell us till then.
I have things to do todayI need a new sweater, I need to buy some liquor (vodka and Rumpelminz), and I need to make some pastry shells. Oh, and also we have the Thanksgiving Eve service my choir is singing in tonight. Too much to do, so little time. I wish I’d remembered the pastry last night, because it could be resting in the fridge right now. (I did not go shopping last night because the sky looked very omninous and my umbrella was at home.)
In other words, I think the next several hours are going to be mildly stressful. What else would I expect, though, hosting Thanksgiving with two sets of parents? Stress is my life-force, though. I will rise to the challenge.
Update: It appears a reprieve is not going to happen. I recall reprieves happening every year that I’ve been here, but our office manager says it never happens. I don’t know what the heck is going on, but I’m leaving at 12:30, when I get my four hours in. And that’s that. I can suck up the four hours of vacation time it’ll cost me.
Update 2: OK, I went back and looked at my electronic timesheets for the last several years, and it appears we have never gotten a reprieve on the day before ThanksgivingI have always just taken that half day off. Weirdly, we do usually get a reprieve on Good Friday, which seems sort of odd since this is the government we’re talking about. We are a red state, though. And I am always glad for that half day when we get it. At any rate, I’m at home, making pastry and waiting for my mom to get here.
It’s been raining forever here. Today, it looked like it might let up as I drove to work. There was no actual water falling from the sky, and I didn’t need to turn my lights on to see the road at 8:15 in the morning.
But now the sky has blackened. The thunder is so heavy the windows in my office (which is in a four-story solid brick building) are vibrating. I just heard our office manager tell some coworkers who parked outside to move their cars to the garage because hail is on its way.
I generally stave off the Seasonal Affective Disorder until January, when the dark days and cold weather just overwhelm me. But if I don’t get some sun here soon, I might have to cancel Thanksgiving and send all the family to Luby’s. I don’t think I’ll be able to cook.
Update: The sun is out briefly. The rain is scheduled to come back in a couple of hoursright when I need to go to the grocery store, unfortunatelybut for now, it’s sunny and bright. Yay! Cold weather comin’ in tonight, just in time for Turkey Day.
Quickie: Coworkers’ nervous little habits are unavoidable. Find a way to drown them out.
Overview: It’s time for you to wind things downall kinds of things. If you need to summon up one last blast of willpower to finish it all up, don’t worry. You’ll be more than equipped to handle it.