I have 7 more days of actual class left in my first semester of graduate school. This is mind-blowing considering I still have two research papers - one on the cerebellum, the other on the similarities in the language of children with specific language impairment and a certain subgroup of children on the autism spectrum - a single-subject research prospectus, an article critique, three final exams and six different treatment reports due.
This semester has been hellish, but I fear that coming semesters may be worse. I have been working about 25 hours a week, because I really like my work, and it brings in money. I haven't particularly enjoyed a lot of the stuff we've gone over in school, which makes me nervous about the fact that I chose this as my career. I do love neuroanatomy, and was told by my professor in that class that she "knew right away she wanted me on her side" (i.e. the medical/adult world of speech path).
Josh moved here approximately two weeks ago. Overall, its been a smooth transition. Its fantastic to be able to actually see him on a daily basis again and despite my initial concerns, he and I seem to still be able to function rather independently of each other. He is working at the same place I work - he in the cafe, and I at the front desk and teaching a class. I am in class and work a lot of the time, but he has been keeping himself busy by going on mini climbing trips on the weekends, and by settling in. Not to mention he's been doing a majority of the housework which makes life so much nicer for me.
We've got some obstacles to overcome (like both being stubborn assholes all the time), but nothing that I foresee leading to the demise of the relationship. My hope for us living together for this finite period is that we will make some decisions in regards to this relationship. It's already obvious we're in it for the long haul; I guess its just a matter of how long. Its odd to think that perhaps this is the last boyfriend I will ever have. It isn't scary though, which I assume is a good thing.
One sign of our commitment is the recent acquisition of our kitten, Gainey. The name is random, but we spent a long time tossing out names and I positively adored this one when Josh tossed it out. I was looking for something relatively unique (without being too New Age) that wasn't too masculine (she is definitely a girl cat). This is the first time I've named a pet and been truly satisfied with the name. Usually I just get impatient and name it something stupid. The options for nicknames we've produced so far:
Gainer(s), Gaingster, G, and the unrelated Stinker and Spazzass.
She is pretty much the perfect combination of curious and cuddly, and tends to be well behaved, with the exception of being so upset with us for locking her out of the bedroom while we're sleeping that she pissed on the couch three nights in a row. We experimented with leaving the door open last night and, behold, no pissing on the couch. Only climbing on top of us, meowing to get our attention and refusing to get down unless we push her off.
I'm missing Boone pretty hardcore. I feel as if I'll always have this yearning to be back in Boone... however I can see developing feelings for Knoxville, too. I've come to the conclusion that with the right mix of connections, many places can feel like home. While I'm altogether content with Knoxville right now, I doubt this will be my "ultimate destination". You people should seriously make a trip to Knoxville. It's no Boone, but there is a sector that is reminiscent of Boone.
Josh and I are going to get SUSHI once I get out of work. Huzzaaaaah.
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