In case you were wondering...

I am still utterly miserable at my placement.

3. More. Weeks.
6. More. Visits.

Fuuuuck I want this to be ooooooover. It sounds like such a small amount of time, but feels likes it will never end.

BUT exactly a month from today I will be returning from my yoga trip to Mexico. Aaaaaahhhh sand and sun and yoga. Fortunately enough my last time at my placement is before my trip. I'll consider it my reward.

I've recently realized the delineation that may be made between being a "student of life" and being a "student". Such a heavy emphasis is placed on learning within the context of an institution; I've forgotten that its perfectly natural to be sick of being a student, without being sick of learning. They are two entirely different things. I cannot WAIT to learn on my terms.

Boyfriend and I are happily cohabitating. It's been suprisingly... smooth. It makes the strain being apart had on has glaringly evident when contrasted with our current relationship. Things are peaceful. He has been amazingly supportive of my preoccupation with all things stressful. He cleans up our messes, brings me food, and tolerates my exhaustion. Having someone around who can help me when I'm needy, but be independent enough to not feel slighted when I just can't show him attention is exactly what I need. I'm very grateful for him, and my feelings for him have been tremendously reinforced.

Josh got a job at the local climbing center, which seems to make him happy. His life seems so much less dramatic then mine... and I'm fully aware that this is a result of our different ways of handling stress. I'm just always amazed at the ease with which he makes major transitions.

I think one or both of my cats are ill. I don't think it's deadly.