It has been nearly a month since I quit my job and entered the great club of unemployment.
Am I supposed to be hating it by now?
(Checks her bank account).
Ok. Maybe I do just a little.
When I began entertaining the thought of quitting my job and moving to Alabama to cut down on those long distance phone calls, dreams of productivity danced in my head. I'll plan the wedding! Exercise for hours every day! Clean the house! Start my own freelancing business! Volunteer! Bake the neighbors cookies!
And then TLC started running "What Not To Wear" marathons. And Seth decided it would be a romantic thing to bring home the much coveted Beatles Rockband.
Don't get me started on the "Law & Order: SVU" marathons. Or the fact that I can finally watch Oprah again. Speaking of which...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Adventures at an Alabama pool party
Something tells me I should cross lounging by the city pool off of my list of things to do while unemployed...
Monday, September 14, 2009
Bittersweet home Alabama
** We now interrupt the ridiculous amount of unpacking for this special announcement... ***
One of the clearest memories I have from my first few weeks at Marquette University (most other memories were fogged by too many $5 bills donated to the Keg Brothers at 1435 Kilbourn) is coming home from my Intro to Communications discussion section, closing the door to my all too tiny dorm room, and bawling my eyes out.
Yes, I do realize this was quite the trend during my first semester at college.
A full two weeks into my career as a Southern Belle, today I recreated that scene from McCormick Hall. Twice.
I'm not going to pretend this is easy. It's not. As much as I love my Beatles, I'm not going to tell you that all you need is love to move across the country, away from your career, your best friends and your family. The promise of less snow isn't quite that great.
But seeing the same sight when I close my eyes at night as when I open them in the morning (Seth the Southern Charmer of course) sure makes it a little easier.
One of the clearest memories I have from my first few weeks at Marquette University (most other memories were fogged by too many $5 bills donated to the Keg Brothers at 1435 Kilbourn) is coming home from my Intro to Communications discussion section, closing the door to my all too tiny dorm room, and bawling my eyes out.
Yes, I do realize this was quite the trend during my first semester at college.
A full two weeks into my career as a Southern Belle, today I recreated that scene from McCormick Hall. Twice.
I'm not going to pretend this is easy. It's not. As much as I love my Beatles, I'm not going to tell you that all you need is love to move across the country, away from your career, your best friends and your family. The promise of less snow isn't quite that great.
But seeing the same sight when I close my eyes at night as when I open them in the morning (Seth the Southern Charmer of course) sure makes it a little easier.
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