Suddenly I’m busy again, when just days ago I was glued to the couch, motionless with a only a bowl of soup, a GRE book and a marathon viewing of America’s Next Top Model to keep me warm…
Things change and they change quickly. I find myself in a flurry of plans: the Spotted Pig, tickets for an exotic beach destination for finalized purchase, a new dress too skimpy to wear for weeks at least, fresh flowers to be picked up along with a specially ordered cherry pie (that one’s a surprise for Annabella), the last minute changes to two applications which must be out the door by 5 PM or my whole list will be off, wrong, in need of fourth revisions. Long weekends feel so short when you divide between here and Connecticut and out in the night, and it will be the first I’ve been able to enjoy for a long time.
I’m overzealous. I’ve pushed everyone away until after the test and returned all calls at once to find my barren calendar scrawled with blue in mere moments. There’s so much catching up, they say, when really they don’t know I have nothing to add but miss them and their wild updates: their girlfriends, their boyfriends, their condos, their dogs, their babies-to-be, their weddings, their martinis, their adult life while I’ve been nerding out in the library in sneakers, flipping graphite-worn fingers. I’m double-booking friends in excitement…there will be many stories to come and they will be cocktail-laden and carefree…until I max out my credit cards and come back down to reality of course…
Things change and they change quickly. I find myself in a flurry of plans: the Spotted Pig, tickets for an exotic beach destination for finalized purchase, a new dress too skimpy to wear for weeks at least, fresh flowers to be picked up along with a specially ordered cherry pie (that one’s a surprise for Annabella), the last minute changes to two applications which must be out the door by 5 PM or my whole list will be off, wrong, in need of fourth revisions. Long weekends feel so short when you divide between here and Connecticut and out in the night, and it will be the first I’ve been able to enjoy for a long time.
I’m overzealous. I’ve pushed everyone away until after the test and returned all calls at once to find my barren calendar scrawled with blue in mere moments. There’s so much catching up, they say, when really they don’t know I have nothing to add but miss them and their wild updates: their girlfriends, their boyfriends, their condos, their dogs, their babies-to-be, their weddings, their martinis, their adult life while I’ve been nerding out in the library in sneakers, flipping graphite-worn fingers. I’m double-booking friends in excitement…there will be many stories to come and they will be cocktail-laden and carefree…until I max out my credit cards and come back down to reality of course…
2 comments:
Isn't grand when life gets back to *normal* .. whatever that is :)
Life after grad school apps sounds divine. Until then, I'll be living vicariously through you.
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