I spent a few hours in the morning finishing off taking care of the lawn before it started pouring. It’s been dark and damp all day - I’ve been sleepier than usual, even though I didn’t nap. Maybe I’m coming down from the high of a few days ago.
In an attempt to make order out of chaos in my room (paper piles, mostly) I was sorting through a bunch of bills, correspondence and such. I have an on-going file of letters received from schools I applied to. It’s amazing how thick the “rejection letter” file can get. (I was griping to one of my friends about the fact that one school didn’t even bother signing the letter - just a rubber-stamped fake “signature”. Total class.) So in a way, it’s quite amazing and fortunate that I landed the job that I did. I wasn’t their first-choice, I know that much. But now we have chosen each other for the year, hopefully we’ll all come out happy with the decision. I’m certainly looking forward to working hard.
I’m starting to look into housing. My home environment is so important to me, for my sanity and productivity. It doesn’t have to be big or fancy - but it has to be comfortable and feel like it is MY space. I don’t think I’ve been in an optimal living environment for quite a number of years (since before I went to Japan for my research trip? That was in 1999)… so I’m going to take some time looking for a place that agrees with me. I will have office space on campus, so size isn’t a huge issue - but all the same, I’m really looking forward to having my very own place again. It’ll be so exciting to go back to my kitchen stuff that has been packed away for the last 2 years. My living space is an extension of my identity - my friends have always noted my “burrowing” tendencies - and when its muscles can’t be flexed fully, I don’t feel 100%. My obsessive gardening over the last little while might be a manifestation of my need to create my own space while living with limits.
