Wow, where to start? Long story short, Sweden was great and I want to move there someday, at least for a little while. Alex and I moved in together under unexpected circumstances, but it’s working. So, yeah. Now you’re caught up.
I’m probably leaving out some important life events, like the life-changing writing conference I went to, or my short-lived stretch of house hunting, or how I was going to be a forensic linguist, or the recent passing of my Grandma. And I still might talk about those things. But not now.
Now is just for my current status, which is somewhere between lifestyles and pursuing goals. Alex and I are moving because our apartment complex was bought out and our rent is going way up, plus more utilities. I’m over it, I understand that that’s life, and now I am looking forward to the cute little house we will be renting in Lansing. I’ll have a shorter, much faster commute, we will have more space and freedom (I think). Plus, we will get to try out house life before actually buying one.
I’m also applying for graduate school in the spring, and I think I have settled on the Digital Rhetoric and Professional Writing program. I’m really excited, especially after looking through the course list and talking to my boss, who went through the program, and the graduate advisor. I’ve purchased myself a sort of intro book recommended to me, and I can’t wait for it to arrive. I’ve started an outline for my academic paper to apply to the program–a modification of the one from my undergrad portfolio that’s about the de-Romanticism of fairytales. We’ll wait and see if I stick to that realm.
My goal is to really commit to more writing every single day, and that means for myself. My hope is that one of the three small bedrooms at our house will become a sort of work space/library. I’m not bringing our satellite TV with us, either. I get sucked in every time. It’s one of my least favorite things about myself. Netflix is already too much gloriousness.
In other news, gearing up for my oldest friend’s wedding early next month. I’m so excited, and I’m so happy for her and Alex (not my Alex, her Alex). It’ll be a night to remember because I’m cliché as fuck.