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Dec. 14th, 2010 12:33 amMy mattress is not here, but my bed is put together. I made a big huge pot of soup in my kitchen. The vast expanses of space are blowing my mind. This would be tiny to many people, but god it feels like an endless sea of available storage space to me. My bed frame looks almost miniature in my room.
This has been a really strange few weeks. I finished my first term back at school after having Oliver. I was convinced I was going to fail physics, or at the very least fail one of the TWO phys exams I had to take last week (because I missed one when I was sick, remember?). As it turned out, I got 75s on both of them, which was, in both cases, ten percent above class average. I am so damn proud of this, because I worked my ass off in the end there. I learned a lot from the big mistakes I made this term, the hard way.
Other things that happened.... I turned 27, and Oliver turned 1. His birthday was strange because we were moving... I took a day off from packing/moving. But the day before his birthday, Friday, my grandmother had a heart attack. Then a quintuple bypass. She's doing as well as can be hoped for now. Shit that really threw me. I couldn't stop crying for a while that day and again I felt so alone. So far away.
That night Casey spent the night. We drank hot toddies and watched a movie that was on that I loved as a teenager. Now and Then. Then we slept together. That was great and surprisingly uncomplicated so far. She's been so helpful with Oliver and the move and my sore heart about my grandma. I'm blown away by how great she's been. Maybe even more so by the fact that she's not trying to get back together, she's just being a sweet friend.
Oh right, and during all of this, I've been sick. I got sick the weekend before finals and now... I'm still sick.
I love the sound of the rain in this house. I love coming out of the basement.
( I just went back through and edited this because almost every sentence started with 'And...' or 'But...'. That's no good.
This has been a really strange few weeks. I finished my first term back at school after having Oliver. I was convinced I was going to fail physics, or at the very least fail one of the TWO phys exams I had to take last week (because I missed one when I was sick, remember?). As it turned out, I got 75s on both of them, which was, in both cases, ten percent above class average. I am so damn proud of this, because I worked my ass off in the end there. I learned a lot from the big mistakes I made this term, the hard way.
Other things that happened.... I turned 27, and Oliver turned 1. His birthday was strange because we were moving... I took a day off from packing/moving. But the day before his birthday, Friday, my grandmother had a heart attack. Then a quintuple bypass. She's doing as well as can be hoped for now. Shit that really threw me. I couldn't stop crying for a while that day and again I felt so alone. So far away.
That night Casey spent the night. We drank hot toddies and watched a movie that was on that I loved as a teenager. Now and Then. Then we slept together. That was great and surprisingly uncomplicated so far. She's been so helpful with Oliver and the move and my sore heart about my grandma. I'm blown away by how great she's been. Maybe even more so by the fact that she's not trying to get back together, she's just being a sweet friend.
Oh right, and during all of this, I've been sick. I got sick the weekend before finals and now... I'm still sick.
I love the sound of the rain in this house. I love coming out of the basement.
( I just went back through and edited this because almost every sentence started with 'And...' or 'But...'. That's no good.
