Not quite sure
This isn't really a post about anything. I suppose I could upload my pictures and do Northern Ireland, but the batteries in my camera are dead. So that isn't really as much of an option as I thought :).
It's Gma Nancy's birthday! Happy Birthday, Grandma! Can't wait to see you.
So I applied for an internship about a month ago with the Indiana Writer's Conference, but I haven't heard anything back from them, so I am forced to assume that I didn't get the job. Which is disappointing really, because it's normally an automatic thing, to go from IR to IWC, or vice versa. If you do well at one, the other one usually takes you. So. I don't know what else I could have done, or who else got the job. So. A little disappointed, but I'm applying for another internship this weekend, fingers crossed I'll hear something positive back from that one. Grrr...I don't know. It's frustrating, although, maybe it'll work out better. I will be busy with classes and things, and the money-paying job that I will have to get when I get home. Still...I hate rejection. *deep breath* Okay. I'm good.
Been doing laundry and cleaning and generally bumming around the apartment all day, and am now contemplating going out tonight...maybe I can talk Howie and Dano into hitting a pub with me. Not to really drink, but just to get out of the flat. Howie wants to go to Donegal city tomorrow, but. I just don't know if I can afford it; I need to save for Sweden :) Which is going to be awesome.
"Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman."
Been downloading music today, and spent most of the day with my headphones on. Not really my headphones...I think they're Honie's. That's Stephanie, by the way...we call her Honie, 'cause she misspelled her name on one of her airline bookings :). She's great.
It's hard to think that I'll be home in just 5 weeks. It just doesn't seem like I've been here that long. *counts* A little over 2 months. Wow. And it's really incredible how used to everyone here I am. I can't imagine going home and not being able to walk downstairs and argue with Howie about books, or upstairs to talk to Aaron and Rory about music and socialism, or just be silly all the time with Taylor and Honie, talk to Jes while I walk to class, crack jokes with OC while we try not to get called on in class...I do miss my friends at home, a lot, but these people are amazing, and we've shared some pretty great (and terrible) experiences. One of our number is home this week, stateside, for a funeral, and I know everyone here is aching for him. It's a small enough group of us that we're all friends, on different levels, sure, but we are friends. And I don't know what I'll do when I'm back in Indiana, and Honie is in New York, and Taylor's in California, instead of in the living room to laugh at me when I wake up late and groggy.
We've put a ban on talking about going home, until December 2nd. Honie said it couldn't be 'til the last month, but I said we couldn't talk about it on my birthday either, so we're mum 'til then. But I can still be sad about it here.
I'm feeling restless tonight, perhaps I'll go for a walk to soothe myself. The parks here are all gated, so there's nowhere I can go to sit and write at night, but maybe a walk will clear my head.
It's Gma Nancy's birthday! Happy Birthday, Grandma! Can't wait to see you.
So I applied for an internship about a month ago with the Indiana Writer's Conference, but I haven't heard anything back from them, so I am forced to assume that I didn't get the job. Which is disappointing really, because it's normally an automatic thing, to go from IR to IWC, or vice versa. If you do well at one, the other one usually takes you. So. I don't know what else I could have done, or who else got the job. So. A little disappointed, but I'm applying for another internship this weekend, fingers crossed I'll hear something positive back from that one. Grrr...I don't know. It's frustrating, although, maybe it'll work out better. I will be busy with classes and things, and the money-paying job that I will have to get when I get home. Still...I hate rejection. *deep breath* Okay. I'm good.
Been doing laundry and cleaning and generally bumming around the apartment all day, and am now contemplating going out tonight...maybe I can talk Howie and Dano into hitting a pub with me. Not to really drink, but just to get out of the flat. Howie wants to go to Donegal city tomorrow, but. I just don't know if I can afford it; I need to save for Sweden :) Which is going to be awesome.
"Where is your boy tonight, I hope he is a gentleman."
Been downloading music today, and spent most of the day with my headphones on. Not really my headphones...I think they're Honie's. That's Stephanie, by the way...we call her Honie, 'cause she misspelled her name on one of her airline bookings :). She's great.
It's hard to think that I'll be home in just 5 weeks. It just doesn't seem like I've been here that long. *counts* A little over 2 months. Wow. And it's really incredible how used to everyone here I am. I can't imagine going home and not being able to walk downstairs and argue with Howie about books, or upstairs to talk to Aaron and Rory about music and socialism, or just be silly all the time with Taylor and Honie, talk to Jes while I walk to class, crack jokes with OC while we try not to get called on in class...I do miss my friends at home, a lot, but these people are amazing, and we've shared some pretty great (and terrible) experiences. One of our number is home this week, stateside, for a funeral, and I know everyone here is aching for him. It's a small enough group of us that we're all friends, on different levels, sure, but we are friends. And I don't know what I'll do when I'm back in Indiana, and Honie is in New York, and Taylor's in California, instead of in the living room to laugh at me when I wake up late and groggy.
We've put a ban on talking about going home, until December 2nd. Honie said it couldn't be 'til the last month, but I said we couldn't talk about it on my birthday either, so we're mum 'til then. But I can still be sad about it here.
I'm feeling restless tonight, perhaps I'll go for a walk to soothe myself. The parks here are all gated, so there's nowhere I can go to sit and write at night, but maybe a walk will clear my head.
posted by Bookhead at 8:20 PM
1 Comments:
when i left new york it was hard and sad and terribly weird for awhile.
course, i went from the biggest city in the US to the middle of amish country...
readjusting can be hard. so can keeping in touch with the folks you lived with. but you do your best, e-mail and IM and the occasional phone call, and you remember the experience and tell everyone who will remember... and slowly, you get used to being back in indiana :)
Post a Comment
<< Home