Hello, dear readers! Just in case you were curious, my grandmother is doing quite a bit better. She’s been transferred to a rehab facility, and she might even get to go home as opposed to going to a care facility. Please keep her in your prayers, though. She currently has a catheter and we’re praying that she can get that removed eventually.
However, since Grammy has been the primary topic of conversation at our house for the past week, I’m going to write about something different. Let’s talk about life. More specifically, the realization that, in a few short months, I’ll be out of college and into the real world.
There are a few things I’m looking forward to. First, my own apartment. My dorm is an apartment-style dorm, but I only have half a kitchen. And I don’t even have a kitchen table. I tend to eat at my desk, or on the couch in the living room. The ability to put something in my very own stove and eat it at my very own table is something I honestly can’t wait for. And the cooking! Between my mom’s dairy allergy and my dad’s no-grain, no-carb, heart-healthy diet, my cooking abilities have been rather hampered at home. Making vegetable soup with pasta in it, or a casserole with cheese, sounds like delicious fun.
Also…I can get a cat. I struggle a lot with loneliness, and I’ve heard that getting a pet helps with that. However, since my dad is allergic, I’ve never been able to have an indoor pet. (We currently have an outside dog, but we can’t snuggle while watching TV or anything.) Given my laid-back personality, my pet-loving friend has suggested that I’d do better with a cat than a dog. We’ll see if she’s right. I just want something to cuddle with.
But life isn’t all about kitchens and cats. I’ve applied to teach home ec at the school I currently substitute at. If my application isn’t approved, I don’t really know what I’ll do. I’ve thought about being a writing tutor at one of the nearby colleges, but if they’re not hiring, I’m screwed. (If you thought that I write books for money, you’re wrong. I’ve made $4.30 in the past month, and I consider that a good month.) I trust that God will find me a good job, but it’s still really easy to get scared. Especially with the world being the dumpster-fire mess that it is today. Also, the housing market’s a wreck. With all the Californians trying to move to Texas, and everyone in Dallas moving out of the metroplex, I’ll be lucky to find a place to live. The thought of moving back in with my parents after college isn’t exactly ideal. No kitchen of my own. No cat. Not for a while, at least.
The other aspects of adulthood–taxes, high gas prices, the difficulty in finding and maintaining friends and a romantic partner–have been complained about enough. While I have plenty to look forward to, I have plenty to be scared of, too. Hope and fear hit me at random times, sometimes both at once, combined with the jarring realization that I’ll be an actual adult. No classes. No required readings or discussion board posts.
Speaking of which, I need to buy textbooks.
Any tips for a memorable last semester of college? Let me know in the comments below! God bless you, dear readers, and don’t forget to review us on Goodreads!
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