I think I am getting a cold. Poop.
Traffic was horrible on the way to Jen’s house after work yesterday. I think this area of town gets more and more crowded as the months and years pass — I know the hustle and bustle has definitely increased since I started coming here four years ago. But I finally did reach her house; Jen is teaching me how to knit! Though it is funny to watch myself playing around with needles and yarn like the stereotypical old woman, I just thought it would be fun to learn. I bought some blue wool/acrylic yarn and am making myself a “bobble hat.” It will be wearable…I hope!
Last night I had the sudden urge to call Stanford and tell them I’m not coming, that I’ve decided to stay here and work full time. Of course I’m not actually going to do that because I DO want to go to graduate school, but I’d been thinking about Kent and Curt and Carter and Liz…all these friends who have begun life after college while I’m just “between schools.” And as I sat there, knitting and watching the Braves game in perfect contentment, I realized that if I took a job, I could do that every night. I could come home at the end of the day and not worry about any homework assignments or upcoming tests or meetings. Maybe one more year will satisfy my urge for more education, and then I can slow down.
…or maybe not. Either way. The thing is, I’m starting to be ok with it. When I went to get the mail on Saturday, there was a Georgia Tech alumni magazine with my name on it. I remembered that I’d graduated…and for the first time, that thought made me laugh.
