Hello my friends and brethren –
This week I moved to Madison for grad school. And so far I am loving it – my room (I even invested in making it homey, which goes against all my deeply ingrained cheapskate tendencies), my job (in a library –this surprises no one who knows me), the location, the fact that I have awesome family nearby (shout out to the Davenports! HOLLA!) etc etc etc. Because I am adult and independent, obviously my mother came with me to help move me in and perform superhuman feats like cleaning my blinds that were caked in dust circa the Jurassic era, and also take me to Target 42 hundred times.
I feel kind of settled, and am living in a house and getting to know the people here. I even brought my Nutella-stuffed chocolate chip cookies to bribe them into being friends with me. I told them this up front. I wanted to be sure we were clear on the Nutella-friendship exchange terms.
So far, so good. Here’s the only problem: I’M SO TIREEEEDDDDDDDDD. I forgot that transitioning is exhausting, because my last transition was to and from China, and you can just blame everything on jetlag for that. But I have to be like, pleasant and friendly and crap. Which is exhausting. Because I firmly believe in this one Pinterest pin I read one time that said “the trick is to not let people know how really weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.”
I’m just kidding. They probably already know (or at least suspect) how weird I am. I haven’t showered since arriving here, so that’s probably playing into their judgments. This does not bother me enough to motivate me into the shower, however.*
Anyway, here’s the moral of the story: the number of deep, insightful, and blog-worthy thoughts I’ve had this week is zero. The closest thing to spiritual advice I can give you right now is that the curtains were worth the price. The way I’m being vulnerable this week is to tell you that I’m too tired to be vulnerable this week. But I think that’s fine. I’m giving this blog to Anna and Mary to edit, and if you find any profound nuggets sprinkled in here you know it was tampered with. Which is also fine. I am clearly very emotionally invested in this. I’m getting rambly. Looks like it’s beddy-bye time for Lisa!
Until my next, hopefully more cognizant blog,
*Because I have some self-respect, I would like to update that I had not showered at the time of original writing, not the time of original posting. In other words, I have now showered once since being here.