Waiting for THE DRESS, the sequel

So I sent my wedding gown away to be cleaned & boxed for storage, many moons ago. It’s scheduled to arrive today and I have to be there to sign for it, so it’s been a strange “trapped waiting in the apartment” day. Ironically, the gown preservation company is in Vestal, NY minutes away from Andy’s grandmother. I should’ve just waited a week or so and picked it up myself, since we’re flying to NY for this year’s Christmas.

But it has been nice to be forced to stay in the apartment and take care of a million little chores that I’ve avoided because it was more fun/productive to go out. I also found my journal from the time period chronicling the time pre-engagement, which of course was overdramatic, excited writing about being in luuuuv. Some day, I hope to take all the written journals I have and type them out so they will be in one spot. Although most of it will be me going all crazy over boys!

In bellydancing news: the audition DID go well and I’m going to be in the beginner’s piece for the spring show! I haven’t been on stage in a loooong time, but I’m excited about it. And being in the show means an extra practice a week—which should mean each week will contain one studio class, one UW club intermediate practice, and one show practice. Hopefully I’ll be able to take the next swim class too, all of which will be built-in required stress relief and exercise for what is looking to be an intense spring semester.

Intense because I’ve got to get a paper submitted, and because the only thing holding me back from my degree now is my progress on my project. I’ve already got the “gee I wish I had a real job and a house and a dog” fever pretty bad. It’s the natural progression of the grad student experience, from what I gather. My understanding is I’ll get out of grad school, and hopefully find a job in the real world. And then I’ll wish I was back in grad school again, I’m sure. Oh well, the idea of a bigger paycheck and less soul-crushing questioning of my self-worth dangles like the yummiest of carrots in front of me.