I have been visited by the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and their names are:
1. Apartment Hunting
A painful dance, balancing what luxuries you’ve grown accustomed to, where you can live to accommodate your commute, what kind of lifestyle you believe you deserve, and oh, what you can afford.
Apartment hunting makes me want to live in a shoebox on the side of the road.
… and then there’s the whole “moving’ aspect of finding a new place. I hate moving. I consider myself to be a resilient person, not afraid to do a little manual labor. But I still shudder to remember how my last move sucked the life out of me. Many exhaustingly minute details, followed by weeks of putting your belongings in boxes and fretting over your consumerism, culminating with a few days of hard labor and then an apartment that is new, but also filled with garbage, reliably dirty, and devoid of food and other life comforts.
3. Taking a Vacation
I am one of those annoying Type A folks who have trouble enjoying time off because the logistics put me on edge. We are going to Michigan for a week and a few days. Going HOME. This should be easy, right? No, no, no. Never. Who will go where and who will we see and who will see who and who will drive where and as;lkejr;oij234arsdaklsf.
I just want to play Mario Party and drink Diet Coke and sleep until noon, okay?
4. Planning a Wedding
May I please be married in a shoebox on the side of the road?
So bear with me as I try to figure out my life from now until September 1st, after which I will have finished 1, 2, 3 and made progress on 4.
Life after grad school? Not particularly glamorous.
P.S. I pretty much wrote this post already, 2 years ago. I even tried to give it the same subject. My life.