April 27th 2005
i can’t help it, i’m drawn that way
Because I’m anal and a bit of a stress bunny, I sent my school an email asking if they’d received my deposit. I had to know.
They have. All is well. I’m still going to law school.
can you call it nostalgia if you’re only looking back five months?
I’ve been doing some cleaning out of my email boxes—I guess, since our house is a mess, I feel the need to tidy up where I can, when I can—and I’ve been looking at the emails I’ve gotten from my future school.
In particular, I was reading the email I got that announced my admission, and remembering the utter shock I felt. It’s a nice sort of memory, inspiring very Sally Field-ish, “You like me! You really, really like me!” kinds of feelings.
I probably don’t reflect on this stuff enough, because it is ocurring to me all over again just how lucky I am. I got into a school that was, early on, at the top of my list. I got into a school that meets almost all of my criteria for a law school. I got into a school in the same city as a school my husband got in to—the school that ended up being the best choice for him.
So there will be debt—we knew that going in. So we have hassles to deal with ahead of the fall semester, including moving twice and selling our house and maybe a car and finding a new place to live in our new city.
But so what? We are lucky. We get to go where we want to go. We get to study what we want to study in a city that we are both extremely excited about. We get to be together. I’m glad I chose today to reorganize my email folders. I needed a little wonder back.
head spinning
Packing. And more packing. And taping and packing and packing.
And waiting for someone to get back to me at work because a HUGE problem has developed and he usually responds pretty quickly to these sorts of HUGE problems, but I haven’t heard from him at all.
And dealing with a problem at the house that resulted from some repairs we had done on the request of the buyer, hoping that the repairman can fix the problem he caused and if he can’t, we could be screwed.
And then tonight it will be more packing and taping and packing.
Why do all the fires start burning at once?
