Post-Graduate Life

Life after Graduation is very strange. I'm generally terrible with transitions, so even though I'm taking this one relatively well, that's not saying much.

The trip to my uncle's cabin was very relaxing. Lots of quality time with my parents watching "How I Met Your Mother" on DVD, shopping, and going out for great food, which is exactly what I needed. I think Matt had a good time too. After we got back I had to work all day Friday and Saturday, but I still managed to see "Indiana Jones" on Friday night and get Molly moved into Wren and Matt's new apartment on Saturday. She's doing really well there, which makes me very happy.

We got all of my things down to Olympia on Sunday with Wren's help so now I've just been unpacking. We bought two new tall bookshelves and we're still going to need more space to put books, so that'll be a job for tonight or tomorrow. We also splurged on a Playstation 3, which gave me an excuse to buy a WiFi router, so Internet abounds. I just need to get it to stop randomly disconnecting for a split second every few minutes so I won't get kicked off WoW.

Work is going well, though it's hard to make myself get up at 7:30 and hard to sustain my concentration for eight-and-a-half hours a day. I suppose I'll get used to it, though. After all of my summer vacation-type things are over I'll probably work four full days a week (32 hours since they want me to do 30-35) and have a day off with Trev every week, which would be nice. We'll see.

So now I'm just feeling a little unsettled and wishing we had a full-sized dresser and places to put bookshelves and wanting to stay home for three days and clean the house. But I know I'll be okay. I think part of it is that every time my parents visit (or I visit them), things are so great and they take care of everything and I don't have to worry. Of course I'm going to love that because I'm a worrier and they take away my reasons for worrying, but I know that life isn't like that, and that that sense of protection that I cling to is never coming back for good. That's just part of growing up. I just miss them and miss feeling close to them and it's hard for me to contemplate the harsh truth that I will probably never live near them again, and might end up a lot farther away than I am now.

Just rambling now. Future causes that. I just need to settle into a routine.