things are pretty okay over here.

Okay Okay, I haven't been around much lately. I mean, trust me, I've been around. I just haven't been here.

 

So here's a bit of an update. I got into every school I applied to. Which sounds more impressive than saying I got into both schools I applied to. Yes, there were only two. But still. I know, you're shocked that someone who already ended two sentences with prepositions in this paragraph alone is such a hot commodity. Such are the ways of the world.

 

Anyway. Yesterday I sent my acceptance to my first choice. Although still in the 'unofficial' stages, this is a huge step for me.

 

I'm moving to the mountains, guys. I'm headed west. SHIT IS CRAZY RIGHT NOW. Mostly in my head and ALL OF THE EMOTIONS. Most of them good, even.

 

Updates on other parts of my life? I'm still not an aunt yet. My sister and I went and got pedicures last night and I was secretly willing her to go into labor the entire time. I know, I'm such a bitch. But seriously, if you'd have seen her, you'd agree it's a favor. Even if her water broke in a nail salon. Can you imagine the scene? God, I love scenes.

 

My little toenails are bright red now and ready for spring, along with the rest of me. Thankfully, the overall climate has been totally conducive to my desire to be outside as much as humanly possible. AKA anyone who doesn't have their windows down in a show of solidarity with the earth needs to chill the eff out and breath in some of this lovely spring air.

 

On Friday Matt and I went to the Black Keys show but not before we sat out on a patio and had drinks in the sun. Drinking beers outside in the sun probably falls pretty close to my all time three favorite activities. I mean really, I wore a dress and flip flops. It was pretty stellar. Now I'm trying to thinking of my three favorite activities. Oh brother. Another post for another time.

 

On Saturday we went to Indiana's LARGEST NATURAL WATERFALL. I love spectacle and things that claim to be the '-est!' of anything. That was a win. Packed a picnic and took off to the west. Turns out, it's only like an hour from where we live. Anyway, we tooled around there for a while and then came home and watched a basketball game or two since I'm apparently not immune to March Madness, and then I jaunted off for some beers with a couple of ladies I know with Irish heritage. I mean, I'm always in it for beers. Plus green is totally my favorite color.

 

On Sunday I weeded, tilled, and planted in my garden and read my book on the front porch. I've got little sproutlings coming up from last year and I'm so impressed with myself. I come from a long line to gardeners, so to not have inherited this ability to nourish plants to life would have been pretty damn depressing.

 

I'm feeling a little sun-tanned. I don't hate it.

 

 

Back to checking craigslist for apartment listings every five seconds.

 

 

 

SIGH (of relief)

I now interrupt your regularly scheduled emotionally-wrought self-indulgent drivel for some big news!

 

I got into grad school!!!!!

 

I'm still waiting to hear back from my top choice school, but at least one place I applied has found me worthy, which is a total morale boost/game changer.

 

BOOMSHAKALAKA!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Yesterday around noon my dad sent me a text, informing me that I had received a letter in the mail from one of the schools I was waiting to hear back from.

 

Boom. Body slammed by dread, instantly!

 

Since I was meeting my entire family for dinner in celebration of my youngest brother's birthday last night, I asked father dear to bring the letter with him.

 

And then for the rest of my work day I really marinated in my own anxiety. I decided, because I'm completely neurotic, that I would wait until I was completely alone to open the letter and learn my fate.

 

So that prolonged my agony.

 

After dinner where I was constantly pestered, but held fast to my conviction,  Matt drove us home and I basically fled to the park in my car. It was a lovely night, I had my windows down and the music up, a total knot in the pit of my stomach.

 

As soon as I parked, I pulled the thin little envelope out of my purse and turned it over in my hands a few times. It was terribly thin. The kind of thin rejection letters are known to be.

 

I took a deep breath, reminded myself that this wasn't my first choice school and I was going to be fine either way, and started ripping it along the seam.

 

Much to my surprise, I looked down at letter inside and the first word was a resounding "CONGRATULATIONS."

 

Color me shocked.

 

After that, my night was a flurry of feverishly texting, sipping champagne, and fielding about a million questions I don't have answers for yet.

 

So basically, it was awesome.

 

And now?

 

A big, huge, gargantuan sigh of relief.