This is the first September I can remember that I haven’t bought pencils and erasers and 3-ring binders and headed back to school. It’s weird, let me tell you. I am now a college graduate, and that means I have to be an adult now. Accordingly I have begun renting an apartment with a few friends, and Monday I start work.
Take it from me: living is expensive. You have to pay rent, which eats up a paycheck pretty quickly, and then there’s food. I highly recommend eating regularly in order to stay alive. Then there are phone bills and internet service, and occasionally one needs new shoes or clothes, etc. I never realized how good I had it as a child. Are you sure I have to do this whole adult thing?
Have I mentioned just how much I love tatting? It has become an obsession with me (as I mentioned a few posts ago). At the moment I am working on a snowflake that should come out to between 4 and 6 inches. It’s quite pretty and since it’s a new pattern that I’m trying, I’m thoroughly enjoying breaking up the monotony of the old patterns. The only sad thing is that I don’t think I’ll be able to bring my tatting shuttle with me on the plane when I fly back to school on Tuesday. This is tragically sad. But maybe I can prepare another project to work on during the flight. 🙂
In other news, my story is now up to 14,500 words!! I don’t have it all up at the moment, but you can read most of it by clicking on the tab above named “Remember Me – a novel.” I would love to have some feedback and opinions on the story. Since the story is so dark (it tells about the Holocaust), I’m working extra hard to keep some light in there. Because no matter how dark it gets, one can always find something to be glad about.
Well, I have to start packing. My room is a mess, with clothes everywhere, and several suitcases littering the floor. Yes, it’s that time of year again: back to school. It’s strange how every year summer seems to fly by. They (whoever ‘they’ are) tell us that it’s 4 months long, but I think thy sneak in and steal about half of it away. My little sisters have already started classes at their school, so the house is quiet in the mornings (more or less). My brother and I go to college far, far away from home (We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto), and within the next few days we will have driven over 2,000 miles. My mom’s more than a bit worried.
Why is it that the moment I need to start packing I have in incredible urge to do something else? Happens every time, it seems. I should be packing right now. But my dear readers are so important that I am willing to give up the time that I could be spending packing to write this blog post. 😉 I love you all! Have a great day.